Sweet Little Nothings

Things have to fall apart for them to fall together

At the age of 5 & 30,
she married the 1 who didn’t make her life easier
but made her better—
a man who called himself not the black sheep
but the stray sheep—
a man who had a place at every card table
because he believed that was the only way
he could ever surpass their circumstances.
He lost as much money as he had jobs,
but when he met her,
he felt he’d won the lottery—
only to continuously pay taxes on her by
doing everything in his power to keep her.
And she saw beyond their limitations
to their possibilities—
with him giving things up
& she,
taking things on.
She thought she’d found that in STEM,
but it turned to be the A in STEAM.

Poem-a-Day April 2019 Writer’s Digest Challenge #8. Theme: Lucky Number #aprpad

The Fool

He’d won the Powerball with 1 ball
but lost both his balls
when he met the woman of his night dreams–
a girl who saw a goldmine in his family jewels,
for when he gave it to her,
she let him have it
& took the rest–
all 7 pounds of flesh–
& his child support became
her livelihood.

2019 April PAD Challenge: Day 8

Poem-a-Day Writer’s Digest Challenge #8. Theme: Two for Tuesday

“For today’s prompt, we’re on our second two-for-Tuesday prompt. So pick one, combine both prompts into one poem, or write two (or more) different poems. Here are the prompts:
•Write a nothing will be the same poem. A poem about moment after which nothing will ever be the same, because everything will change. Or…
•Write a nothing will ever change poem. Maybe you’re in the camp of “the more things change, the more they stay the same.” So while things change, they don’t–not really. Or do they? How can things change and not change? I’m confusing myself.”

Home Before Dawn

Every day I continue to live with him—
to fulfill my “till death us do part” pact—
I am accepting that he will never change,
so I safeguard not my heart, but my accounts,
(for I haven’t anything of market value),
so that when he is feeling compulsive,
and goes where the greyhounds race
to play the cards with their geometric faces,
I will have the little things I need—
absent the four walls,
and that which it needs.

2016 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 8