Selected Poems
Stolen: Mickeys
While my cousins were drunk at the bar-be-que
She was all mine, unpeeling foil wrapped stones.
Above the clamor, we split potatoes, one by one
with sprinkles of ground salt from seas, we crossed
thankful for my mother's company and food shared.
Mickeys silently glistening with pats of Kerry Gold.
We hummed approval, eye to eye smiles with each bite
interrupted by shouts, family pushes us to our senses.
Amid their shenanigans, we sat closer, side by side.
In a setting sun, we caught up on unimportant things.
Among darkness, we reminisced about adventures we had.
Her head bent toward my head, for words we could hear.
Her hand on mine, we unwrapped another pomme-de-terre
as close as we have always been our entire lives.
She was all mine, unpeeling foil wrapped stones.
Above the clamor, we split potatoes, one by one
with sprinkles of ground salt from seas, we crossed
thankful for my mother's company and food shared.
Mickeys silently glistening with pats of Kerry Gold.
We hummed approval, eye to eye smiles with each bite
interrupted by shouts, family pushes us to our senses.
Amid their shenanigans, we sat closer, side by side.
In a setting sun, we caught up on unimportant things.
Among darkness, we reminisced about adventures we had.
Her head bent toward my head, for words we could hear.
Her hand on mine, we unwrapped another pomme-de-terre
as close as we have always been our entire lives.
