A Good Question
Ask a good question and
and their eyes
will turn into a viper’s
Full of life
Excited to engage in the discovery
Or to kill you
Either way,
a good question
is worth sinking its teeth into
A good question has the blood of Christ asking why he was forsaken,
A good question has a cat’s paw tapping your glass of cognac just to see what happens
A good question doesn’t lead with an agenda
to make you happier or to feel better.
It’s present
Willing to be bitten, beaten, nailed, eaten, whatever
Some of my poetry
Dull
Dulled out
My energy dolled out to
other people
and their eccentricities
No one is wrong
Everyone has their own grocery lists
ideas and to-dos
They’re not usually trying to hurt you
But can’t help but to
The man squeezing avocados
Is the center of the universe
So is the woman in the return line
rolling her eyes at how long
the cashier is taking
She can’t see the cashier’s crown
Scarcely aware of her own
She gave it away once
It’s been a little lopsided since
Dear Therapist
Dear therapist,
Take you hand off your heart
Suck your hummed sighs back in
I don’t want em
Get your eager eyes off of me
Your teeth are showing
Teeth
Hungry for my tears
Hungry for my transformation
Hungry for me to heal the broken parts
I’d rather be devoured by my demons
than bled by your gaze
My demons wouldn’t leave a scrap of sinew, tissue, bone, or chunk of fat
They’re professionals
They’re greedy
They want all of me
We’re all food for something
I want to be savored while consumed
Eaten whole