Dove Bar Poem
Ex-lover told me Dove dark
chocolate bars were good for lovers.
She ate dark Dove bars,
I ate light Dove chocolate.
She was healthy, I was sad.
We often go into fights over this.
She was manic and I was depressed.
Sex was a bouncing basketball affair.
She was healthy without knowing her disease.
I was sad, stealing apples
out of farmer John’s orchard.
Sleeping wherever
a pillow was found.
A Willow Branch (2)
Break in the rain.
The storm goes away.
A bitter family chat,
dicey, slicing
dagger of words—
they stand still—
a willow branch
cracks.
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