Precious Crumbs

(ps, here are 4 unrelated poems I think of as precious crumbs)

***

That moment when

you wake from a nap

and try to count the minutes you were out

by the pins and needles in your feet–

is it only your tired brain

that can’t peg a number on the fuzzy prickles

below your knees?

***

Driving home, just another crumb on the interstate intestine.

***

I’m tired,

baby,

you’re mature as a baby,

crazy,

if I’m crazy,

maybe,

I’ve been around you too long;

hey there,

slay there,

whatchu doin’ in the hay up there,

restin’ before the chores get done?

***

I went vegan for a season

but didn’t do it right:

I started up a fire

and with fine fibers of flame

wove baskets

but they only cradled smoke,

I went hungry and broke

for the falling oaks.

***

(ps again…I like pizza)