Gray and Dead

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

and Eyeliner.

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.