fifteen days from now,

i’m giving my sweet daughter

a plush elephant.

* * * 

slim fit jeans for men;

ambitious if not slightly

snug in some places.

* * * 

how my thoughts grow full

when they echo dance and bounce

off the walls of you.  


my scarlett fox

when i think of my little girl at night,

asleep upstairs while i work downstairs,

off-limits, because i don’t wanna wake her up,

so i shouldn’t talk to her or give her a kiss,

because you don’t do those things to sleeping 8 week olds,

you let them babies sleep,

i miss her and get a little sad and it’s not like i cry,

but i might get a little mopey and go upstairs and to bed earlier than i otherwise would,

so i can wake up and see her soon.

the guard

a young man tore into my shoulder

with his bare hand, clawing, raking,

and threw his body into mine

with full force.

i drove him backward

with brute strength and a little tenacity.

grinning, i asked ‘i didn’t hurt you, did i?’

as his teammates inbounded the ball. 


i drove home alone,

turning up the radio

for some company.

* * * 

‘what sets us apart 

from animals, cold blooded?’

‘ . . . ironed shirts, i’d say.’

* * * 

‘well, what is she like?’

‘impossible.’ ‘how is that?’

‘she knows i love her.’

the 12:05 to chicago

the train was late.

he snapped his watch closed, pocketed it, and rocked back onto his heels

his friend remained seated on the bench, idly leafing through a glossy magazine, only reading headlines and colored, full-page advertisements.  turning the page to a voluptuous cartoon woman selling eyeliner, he asked,

‘say – what do you think is the most dangerous animal?’

the standing man, now on the balls of his feet, did not turn while adjusting his cuffs and asked, ‘how do you mean?’

‘i just read this story about circus tigers, and-‘

‘you never read the stories.’

‘yes, fine, i just read a headline about circus tigers turning on their trainers in iowa. tigers seem a rather dangerous animal, and i got to wondering what you might think is the most dangerous animal.’

‘without question a man impatient and in love,’ said the standing man, again eyeing his watch and the notable absence of the train.