02 July 2010

September 14, 2011

You sit and stare into your coffee
and the smell
reminds you
that
bills are stacked on the kitchen table
the sink is full of tea stained coffee mugs
you haven’t fed the cat
in two days

Then the phone rings

It’s mother
and you’re a child again

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Inquisitor

August 23, 2010

Do you remember
We used to burn witches
In the forest

I was head inquisitor
(armed with a broomstick)
And you were my wife
In the polka dot dress

We fought the heretics
With cleansing fire
From the magnifying glass
Stolen from grandfather’s desk
(yours)

And then the voice
Calling us home
For pie (newly baked)
And milkshakes