All day
spent on stage,
in blacks,
and then I crawled home
to friends,
food,
and, eventually, you.

Weight,
pressing down,
almost crushing,
saying go faster
while your spine
feels like boulders
cracking across each other
and smashing into you and-

stop.

breathe.

take in air.
take in friends.

now shake out the tension.
refocus.
now put your shoulder to the grindstone
and go

It's so easy
for me to slip back
into the old habits
and the simple easiness
that is the stress of theater.

The first bouquet
Ever purchased for me
Out of romantic affection
Sit prominently in my house,
Primarily for my own enjoyment.

I will rest my eyes
On the rosy carnations
And smile with joy.

Two tracks of footprints
Meet in an empty parking lot
Covered with snow.
They circle each other,
A mess of two girls
Pacing
To keep themselves warm
As they talk of lacy things
And sushi.
The prints retreat,
Still pointed at the other,
Until distance and cold grow too much
And they twist around
To trace the way home.

Une Promesse à mon feu

Je te promets
    de ne jamais écrire
         et publier
         des poèmes quand
         je suis fâché
         à toi
    de protéger
         tes details personnels-
    de partager seulement ta beauté
    de te donner des mots-
         des mots qui sont les tiens -
         seulement à toi
         sauf quand j'ai ton permission

Tu es si beau,
si gentil,
si précieux,
et je veut te respecter.

J'ai beaucoup des mots
qui me plaident,
qui crient,
de voler à toi,
de chanter dans ton voix,
de danser dans tes yeux-

Ils deja commencent de m'échapper.
Donne-moi le temps d'être courageuse,
s'il te plaît,
de me souvenir que je peut te les donner,
et ils seront tous être les tiens.

A thimble,
a small little thing,
the first one
treasured
no matter its quality
for its the first
even if it unlocks
a waterfall of others-