Guardian Angel

Asleep at the bar

I keep an eye on the unusual couple in the corner

A fetching and vexing woman

An inappropriate man trying to take advantage of her

Repeated escape attempts are abandoned

As they lose each other in bypassing conversation

Erratic ringing of cellphones

Break the occasionally rising tension

Their drinks grow thicker in the awkwardness that never heals

He grows more restless as the evening's metronome

Drive them forward and beyond

Her victory is dawn's discovery

Satisfied I peel myself from my seat

And head home

Once a Year

They're all too long

Short creativity is the name of the game

Waking up alone

To the quiet and cold faucet water

Praying to the telephone for someone to help

My love

Gardening the hair of a daughter

Golden shallow eyes say happy birthday

Is it physical or mental

Pretending to be more than is

Pristine surroundings house the dawn light

Planned stubble worried over technology

Always expensive

Unempathetic hardware

Another name for human

History spills out

As it always has

Pale skinned violence that may be a malfunction

Apologizing for adaption

My family reunited

Breathless

Floating in the empty

My eyes open unexpectedly

Timid and nervous strangers see my body

In the water beyond the sand

Illuminated by hate

There's so little time for peace

I wish I was carrying more than just me

Something to prove my lungs don't expel

Evil

It's cold for all of us

Tomorrow shouldn't be such a question

But trauma makes hearing and thinking

Impossible

Until everyone exhales again