Gray and Dead
I’ve thought about dinner parties,
the theatre: things no longer
in the budget. Sex. Doctors.
I’ve thought about cohesion,
Clairol, Herbal Essence
I’ve thought about outreach groups,
raisins, peaches, and kiwis.
Still-life paintings in my city.
I’ve thought about The Voice,
and meals on wheels.
About slam competitions,
and another twenty years of less,
and less of a line
that does not disappear on its own.
I’ve thought about mangrove crabs
living in mud holes, pushed
back into the closet.