One dead fish

When his eyes close to the last light of day. Who wept?
What did they cry about?
Maybe the last words he spoke, or his last kiss upon their foreheads.
His body lay motionless and cold like fish in the supermarket.
I positioned myself up on his stomach, pressing my face against his,
Like sandpaper the stubble grazed my skin, only then did my tears fall.
As I squeezed this cancerous teddy bear, an arm rested against my back,
That warmth gave me that sense of safety.
His pain was gone.
My mother stood as strong as an anvil, but could not hold back her tears.
We cried together,
Our tears like fire through birch.
We cried for my loving father,
And my mother's true love.


Library sex

Libraries need more brown, while I study all I want to see is brown.
And the Madonna sitting in white and blue,
four
tables
down,
One across.
Like a crossword puzzle I mapped her out.
I will assure you my intentions are honorable.
True love,
the electricity is like that going though a microwave
cooking Monday nights dinner.
Look at it this way, we are both wearing sweatpants.
Hers the blue that comes after a summer rain,
While mine, the navy that creeps up before the storm.
What am I saying,
Just give me sex.