Wednesday, September 23, 2015

i remember my grandma's breasts
big, floppy
held in close by vast swatches of bleached elastic
and i remember her belly
constantly in motion
from rest to playful laughter
to pensiveness 
as she decided what to take out of the cold room next
i remember her watchful eyes
as she placed her arms in her lap
in between her breasts and her belly
a safe, quiet place
to nurture the goddess within

Wednesday, September 2, 2015

if i was an activist
or a mother
ass seated firmly upon comfy couch
one leg over the other in yoga stretch
to release tense muscles
mind winding to mind ahead
counter stretch
unnecessary sneezes and squeezes
and a pliant sighs
i might fall back in the wildflowers
to patiently wait for the banquet