Mom’s Chocolate No Bake Cookies Hour 9

Oatmeal oh oatmeal 

not a cereal you 

not to be eaten

with a simple silver spoon

One cup, two cups and then

one more we pour and pour

and we pour some more 

until the mixing bowl is full

Add some sugar 

add lots of sugar

three tablespoons of cocoa

and mix it all up

Then some good old butter

and stir it up real hard

Don’t forget to soften

that stick first 

On the stove top 

the brew starts to boil 

that chocolatey smell

fills up our tiny house  

A tad of vanilla 

and sprinkle in some nuts 

Add a bag of coconut 

Stir stir stir!

At the right moment 

somehow she knew

scooping out round bits

of heaven – let’s go make some now!

#22

I knew what I had to do so I put on my dancing shoes and I danced the night away.

Subbing in America through Haiku: Hour 22

Performing in front of parents is a collective moment of shared humiliation. The umbilical cord connecting them to their parents weakens a little under the harsh stage lights that bleach their eye sockets and inextricably and tightly binds them into a group.

dangling astronauts

grasping for the escape hatch

just to stay afloat

 

 

 

Hour 22: who’s the monster

i watch you,
hawk-eyed
though it is you
who’re preying
on my misery
i watch you
when i turn
this way or that
somehow
you’re always
in my field of vision
throwing
your head back
and laughing
at some silly
joke SHE’s told you
and i see
the vein
in your neck throb
my skin’s gone cold
mouth’s dry
you’ve forgotten
so easily?
which side of you
do i believe?
the one that
calls me
in secret
affirming
our bond?
or the hand that’s
clutching HERS
now?
it’s over, the spring
leaves, proud
in their green
tenderness,
say smugly to me
and something shardy
hurts so deep
i bleed
and my skin
erupts
the doctor’s verdict:
lichens planus
likely cause: extreme
emotional stress

Crash 2

Upside down in metal origami

spiderwebbed windshield

roof smashed to almost top of head level

seatbelt preventing neck fracture

as far as I know

daring to squirm

risking the hangman

it was all going so well

I don’t even remember how it happened

there was a brief moment

where I felt like I was floating.

Hour 22: Tested

They stood at the kitchen window
and absent-mindedly
tested the tenderness,
pushing a burly
farm-tested thumb
through the skin
of the overripe avocado,
then went on watching
the crows scatter
newly planted seeds
in the dewy morning light