Selected Poems
Distracted
Distracted
she sees faces on sides
in folds of fitted sheets.
A totem pole stacked with
stock, squat, puffy lipped men
she's been with.
This lying one, grunting, does not like
to be looked, straight in the eyes.
From behind, his breath is cheap beer
and cigarettes. She waits until he's done.
Comforters, and she, are pushed to the side.
Here mountains of blankets are a map
reminding her of places she lived
The noise cover radio speaks snow in broken words.
All her things are always packed, in the back of her car.
But this bed is warm and those roads are not right
nor ready to be driven.
She will stay here, for now.
she sees faces on sides
in folds of fitted sheets.
A totem pole stacked with
stock, squat, puffy lipped men
she's been with.
This lying one, grunting, does not like
to be looked, straight in the eyes.
From behind, his breath is cheap beer
and cigarettes. She waits until he's done.
Comforters, and she, are pushed to the side.
Here mountains of blankets are a map
reminding her of places she lived
The noise cover radio speaks snow in broken words.
All her things are always packed, in the back of her car.
But this bed is warm and those roads are not right
nor ready to be driven.
She will stay here, for now.
