Sometimes

Sometimes
you’re all day
alone
trying to rearrange
a half-finished house
and you sit
by the dryer
and cry

because it isn’t
the life you wanted

and you wait for him
so you can say you’re
pissed

then he does something
sweet
or funny

and you can’t.

The Womaning

(Originally published in Cahoots Magazine)

Go down
into the cavern
mark your handprint
red
upon the walls
and your cheeks
you are woman
and this is
the calling of power

Grace

(Originally published in Cahoots Magazine)

In the name of
the Celery
the Onion
and the Holy Bell Pepper,
Amen.
Dig in.

My God is love
like an Italian mother
eat, eat
it’s good for you.

My God is not white
not usually
but chocolate brown
like a good roux
yellow
like a sweet onion
red
like cayenne
pink like shrimp.

She doesn’t care
if you worship
other gods
but please, honey,
no Twinkies
they’ll spoil your dinner
and what do they
put in those things
anyway?

This is my God.

This is my body.
Take, eat.