How To Make An Ex-Boyfriend
Souffle
From the pantry in the basement, pull out all
skeletons of your exes
One by one, dismember the frames of their
bodies until all leg bones are together, all hands here,
all skulls there
Grind all skulls until a fine powder-like texture is
achieved.
Add 1 cup bitterness
4 ounces of tears
6 tablespoons of shredded photos
Put in oven of mind and let cook indefinitely
or until the heart is crispy around the edges
then, when the contents are nearly burnt
remove from oven and serve with ice cream and a dash
of self pity
on a lonely Friday night
Dancing Between Worlds
Her awkward tiny moccasins tap the earth
In sync with the drum that is her heartbeat
Nature's rhythm is encoded at birth
And her little feet are tangible Beauty
She floats over ground with butterfly grace
Her wings change direction with shifting winds
And happiness is traced by a smiling face
As she has that unconscious grin upon her chin once
again
But like Nature,
her seasons must change
And she will chance to dance to different rhythms
Of another world
Drums replaced with the steady beat of clocks
Rolling prairies give way to a cement jungle
But she will remain
Firmly planted in two worlds
With God in the center, dancing.
In the End
I had a dream that the rolling plains were covered in
ice
And the floor of the lake was exposed
Brown and murky, dead fish still with lines in their
mouths floating aimlessly
And I gazed over the plains again and they were
covered with burial scaffolds, clusters stood
where families once lived, but were no more.
And I soared over the expanse
like an eagle, and scaffolds dotted the land like
stars dotted the heavens
It was quiet now
and the echo of prayers was now diminishing,
enveloped by Silence
And then I looked up and saw a warrior on a fire red
horse
He was fierce and so was his shrill cry
And that shrill cry then turned into an owl soaring into
the pale moonlight
And the moon lit the outline of a black buffalo that
towered in front of me
He slowly turned his back to me,
steam coming out of his nostrils,
hooves breaking the earth
and I was on my knees when
the last camp fire went out.
