Negative Space

In the space, you left behind

The cat wails

I putter

Trying to organize my heart

And your clutter

Marvel buttons in a pile to the left

Stones and fossils to the right

I open the drapes

You preferred drawn

Pull a rubberband around

The colored pencils

A stray sock

Down the laundry chute

In the space

You left behind

I build, with your things that remain

An outline of you

New Shoes

New shoes
Thrill me
Just as much
As when I went to Potters
With mom
And left 
In speedy red Zips
And a matching balloon 
(That would end up
On the ceiling of 5/3rd bank)
Loosely tethered 
To my wrist

I’m sure
If it were advisable 
I’d be able to run faster
In my new green Keens 
And leap up to pull
That balloon down
From the highest bank ceiling

Endless April

Overwhelmed with May

I’d hoped

It would wait

Until I was ready

But there is no mercy

No cosmic bending

Goodbyes close in

Building dams in my eyes 

Catching in my throat

I watched her swell

Under my skin

Watched her fight

Past my body

Into her world

Watched her love

And loved her watching 

Now it is May

No space to stay small

No slowing her pace

And all that must fall away

Time to let go

Again

Time to watch her fight

Past a childhood too narrow 

To remain 

Time for May 

After the March

On the curb

In a drug induced stupor

She sits

Curled over the baby

Inside

I know this much

Because of her sign

 

In front

Of an OTR restaurant

Two feet from the alfresco diners

On the street

Hell, it’s sixty-five degrees

in January

 

The hubbub drones

Over microbrews

In chairs rented hourly

With the Visas and Am Ex cards

Tucked tightly into wallets

 

She appears to be

Dying a slow death without notice

It makes me wonder

How’s that baby fairing inside

Is he suffering the same

Addicted to whatever pounds through her veins

 

Yesterday our newly elected

Buffoon, royal groper extraordinaire

Began the domino effect

Insuring her fate and the baby’s

Will not be unique

 

The very reason I’m downtown

Is over dosing at my feet

While onlookers

The privileged

Stuff burgers into their faces

 

I give her what I have

Several tuna sandwiches

Half a dozen granola bars

Three bottles of water

 

I touch her arm

She lifts her head and thanks me

Her eyes are blue