Handicap

Maybe it means somethingthat a wood froginsignificantsmallwas the whole focus of a mansorryhorrifiedfor a very long timeafter his chore with the weedertook out one tiny eyeleft half-blinda creature he looked for every daya creature he created a habitat foror maybe it means nothingexcept man cannot helpbut hurtalmost everything he lovesin some small way. DeMaris5-14-22

Pattern of Freeze and Thaw

Another springblooms greenin that space between blue skyand brown soil,which is like a lessonsome of us must learnagain and again—that something like happinesswill come,stay a while—and maybe that happinesswill have warm handsand a sunshine smile—still,no matter how good it feelsto grow and expand,to encompassone singular beauty—we are the thorns,the hurt things,the cuttable rose, already cut,ever-fixedContinue reading “Pattern of Freeze and Thaw”

Allegory of the Fence

It’s been two years since the storm took down the tree which broke off the top rail of a six foot section of fence that surrounds the large field where the brown horse stands in all weather watching the birds and the mice and roaming slowly along the perimeter grazing on what it must knowContinue reading “Allegory of the Fence”

You Were the World

You Were the World To me, you were the world: All. Everything. Beautiful. Good. But you were bad too, for me. Bad because you said you knew what you wanted when you didn’t. Bad because you couldn’t ever say yes or no— so you spun out of control until everything you needed lost gravity. EveryContinue reading “You Were the World”

Mea Culpa

For so longwe were a secretthat stretched outthrough timeuntil webecame singular: me.And I am the onewho rushedand destroyedour foundationwith needwith truthwith a risk so recklessit’s no wonderI am alonebaking this breadI always imagined usbaking together—our future so nearI could almost taste it.But we crackedlike these twogolden loavessplit by the heat—split down the middleleaving us scarredhardenedseparatedlikeContinue reading “Mea Culpa”

Metaphor on the Fate of Abused Women

The tufted titmousewho lost a wingflits aroundunder the feederhoping for seed to fallfrom on high I tried yesterdayand the day beforeto gain trustto show her my handsfull of seed just for her I sit nowten feet awayand watch as she waitsfor other birdswith two wingsto drop mercy from their beaks when all she has toContinue reading “Metaphor on the Fate of Abused Women”

After Life

It took 43 days for her body to decide the answer would be no this time and her pain would be accompanied by the emptying out of a whole universe that might have kept two moons in orbit together if it hadn’t exploded into a bright red supernova       DeMaris 10-22-19 “Tree ofContinue reading “After Life”

Simple Math

Don’t go. Go. Touch me. Don’t touch me. Simple math says it doesn’t make sense to keep adding and subtracting the same things if what I want is to change the way we live the way you love me— and by now you must be so confused when I walk away for a crime soContinue reading “Simple Math”

House of Cards

Flattened, you stand back to survey the damage– you consider how long it took to perfect those startling and beautiful angles– how long it took to get them just right so they could support your next move. You didn’t realize the moments of triumph would be so few and far between– or that the betweenContinue reading “House of Cards”

Raw

So rare is the steak before me. Not the rawness but the frequency. I can count the years since I’ve had a steak like this: tender pink the flavor of reward, the taste of a craving finally satisfied. But the price is so high I can’t appreciate the way the seasoning has been perfected overContinue reading “Raw”