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   off your finger,

Make a wish the

   universe can't handle,

It sticks to the tip,

Adhers to the skin,

It's not going anywhere,

   With that wish.

Knock on wood

   with your knuckle,

Ward off demons

   the world is fighting.

It bruises the fist

Dents the balsam,

Summon your own defense

   With that gesture.

Pinch the salt

   off the table,

Beg forgivness

   of the god's

Clumsiness noted

Of a chemical notation

Be sure you aim it

   Over your shoulder.

You wished for love from someone who loves.

You asked for health from a world gone mad.

You pray for protection from the arms of evil,

So you blow lashes to the sky,

Sound hollow taps on Formica encased wood 

And hope the salt,

Is truly

Salt.

Bed Time Routine

He says, You

Take too long getting ready for bed.

So I hand him the remote to go find my socks.

I brush my teeth, floss and pluck,

Take contacts out, flick them to the trash.

They miss most times, and leave

Blue dots on the toilet seat.

I do take too long to get ready for bed

Sometimes I get untired by the time I am ready,

That I wander off and start something new.

Meanwhile, he’s watched half of SNL

And we forget our plan to make love.

I have to go back out

to turn the lights off

To lock the front door

To secure the back

After he puts the remote down and pads to the bedroom.

He wonders why I, take so long

To get ready for bed.

The doors have to be locked,

Alarms have to be set,

Water glasses filled,

Bathroom lights extinguished,

And bedroom lamps pulled.

He’s already naked, covered to the neck in quilts, and

Says, Why

Do you take so long to get ready for bed?

As I crawl toward that much anticipated slumber.

Hmm, I think,

Did I find my socks…

It Isn’t About You

Isn’t about me?

So, when is it

About me?

Must I die, or be

Dying

Before it’s about me?

When can I take up space

In your mind

With the things I think, you are

Thinking.

What are you thinking?

Nothing?

Then, why do you think it’s not,

About me.

You must have thought about it.

Or, if you haven’t

How do you know

It isn’t…

About me.