2 Poems

Are you skittish? Are you too big

for your own good?

Too pretty?

I know people want to wear your skin

and make you into a coat

Not me

That would be creepy

I know your spots change color with the solar

wind, that your hips are bear traps

and your ears filled with songbirds

I can’t imagine you as housedog

you belong outside

grinning in the summer rain

What color is your hair

beneath your designer cowl?

Your hand freezes

my elbow when you guide me with

your gold-covered fingers

frosted with icicles

You lead me through caverns slicked with underground rain

and you hum a few bars

Want to hear my new track, you ask

I say yes, obviously

and the music echoes

it’s a tight beat

the hook is big and sexy

like it always is

Thanks for beliebing

you say

Now let’s get going

because everyone you miss is here

and everyone you don’t miss too

But, but but, I say

I don’t have the heart to tell you

I’m only a casual fan

So I lock my words behind a wall of silence

You say, Don’t worry

you’ll be warm. It’s quiet here.

It’ll be like your mother’s embrace

and we have all the cable channels

and all my songs available

to stream