My Name Is Not Mavis

1.

She said to the world:
You come find me.
My love is always beautiful.

2.

Hold yet in your mouth
Like a small white stone
You gathered
From the heaving heat of
The desert in July.

3.

In your blindspot, I stand.
Offering a cup of love
You cannot receive.

Waiting for the Next Train

How easily I am derailed.
Thrown off my track
And left in the dust
This side of nowhere.
Sitting and wondering my Whys.
Tracing circles
In the dirt with my hands,
Watching the coyotes glide low
Across the horizon as if they were the sun,
Listening to to the air hum
With the worlds unseen.
Finally, I lay back
In the dry weeds and wait for night
To take me so I can wake
Tomorrow and catch the next train.

Release

It doesn’t really matter now.
Besides the ache that remains
Beneath the reason.