2-7 The Ovulating Storm

forecast calls for,
ovulation,

oh,
oh,
oh god, the cramping,
the flurries,
it's here,
pushing, more flurries,
twisting pain,
flakes flurry,
hurry, twisting,
pushing, swirling,
burning on my,
cheeks,
fever flesh, white,
pink, red,
stripes,
sweating, craving,
so hungry, so
incredibly hungry,
oh god,
oh,
between,
my thighs,
drifts, piling up,
building up,
inches, hot flashes,
more inches,
the cramping,
flurries,
must have,
must have,

the heart screams out loud,
oh god, oh god, oh god,
the heart screams,

craving,
running out of time,

hurry,
forecast calls
for,

rain.

2-6 A Knock At The Door

at first,
there was quiet,

in the house of September,
when the cold north wind blew,
she blew softly,
at first,

he slept,
I composed,
waited for the finches to arrive,
watched my shadow watch
the sky, turn blue, looking
at me in my head,

when the north wind blew,
cold, he blew softly,
at first,

kissed my forehead,
gentle, then

slamming on the brakes,
squealed through the lawn,
ripping up the green fury,
in his eyes, unleashing,
his manic howl,
while she held on to me,
quietly, arm in arm,
watching me watch my shadow,
watch the sky turning blue,
we've been here before,

in the house of September,
when the first flakes fell,
there was one, me,
and him, and then
when he awoke to the car crashing,
outside, alarms blaring,
tires squealing, beating,
knocking at our door,
while she quietly held on to my arm,
he came downstairs,
wide-eyed, and then,

when the cold north wind blew,
there was two.

2-5 Waiting For The Green Light

I got a,

head cramp,
muscle spasm,
knee jerk,
from looking at my phone,

whiplash, crash,
rolling over,
belly up,
reaching out, arms
hands, fingers, on all fours,
quarters.

digital death.

jazz hands and lullabies,
clear skies, bright, white,
cotton.

I asked him how to guesstimate the weight of Yukon Gold.
Son of a preacher man, who are you
to kiss me in the moonlit gluten-free baking aisle,
yellow roses blushing I ran,
into the apple table, everywhere beards and blue eyes,
and the cold, cold, clear skies of conversation,
I bought caramel, kale, chorizo, and

cotton, white,
bright, skies, clear,
lullabies, hands and

jazz,

candelit, prostrate,
on the carpet, hands
folded inward,
afternoon turns,
to noon in my head,
I think of him, smile
in the fire place, smoke,
evening time paints color,
color flickering on my hands,
blue instead of red,
soup boils over,
with polite conversation,
and then,

I turn the light off.
I walk upstairs.
I snuggle into my sheets.
Tater- Tater- Tater.
I fluff the pillow,
and.

night, me, and a dog-
warm.

2-4 Bumblebee Infusion

it's what I do,
time irrelevant,
smart irreverent,
(shrug)

self-important,
not withstanding,
you're endearing,
you're endearing,
it's encouraging,

wandering,
cemeteries, Texas,
coconut milk with
breakfast, 3:00 p.m.
wandering,

one of these days I'm gonna lose my shit,
and then I will

blush the punk into your hair,
curl, curious, fade,
bumblebee, sting,
back of the neck,
curious,

so casual-careful,
carefully, casual,
curious,

what are you,

wearing,
when you slip,
hip-

off,
but I'm wandering,
am I wandering,
but it's irrelevant,
but I'm curious to-

see the moon with my fingers,
slip the hip, lips, see the moon,
with my fingers, slip the hip,
shadow lingering long to slip the,


but it's irrelevant,
bumblebee,
but I'm feel irreverent,
and you're...

(shrug)

curious.

2-3 Child of Eden

If I was made in the image of god,

then am I not perfect?

Is it not in my desire, 

my nature,

to revel, glorify my light,

as the wilderness,

to wrath the light,

upon this earth,

within the spark of creation,

create a garden of eden,

to fit this perfection?

Is this love?

Why should I have the patience to be understood?

Why should I expect you then,

to have the patience

to be understood?

Brother of man,

I see god in your eyes,

snow,

or I wanted to, once,

I still want to,

brother of man,
I am no stranger to the rain,

but I am not your father.

I cannot cast you away from me,

I cannot drown you in a flood of tears.

All I can do, is remind you,

you are, 

made in the image of a god,

which makes you perfect.

which makes you desire,

your nature, to revel,

glorify in your light,

lost to your wilderness,

to wrath upon this earth,

a light within the spark of creation,

and become a garden of Eden,

which fits your perfection.

But, I,

In the pursuit of excellence,

I created a god in the image of a man,

to glorify the light I saw,

lost to the wilderness of my garden of Eden.

Is this love?

Who am I to argue with the god of  my creation?

And, you,

In the pursuit of excellence,

you created a man in the image of a god,

to glorify the light you saw,

as a wilderness in the garden of Eden.

Is this love?

Who are you to argue with a man of your creation?

In the pursuit of excellence,

I became a man, without a god, 

without a father, without a lover,

without a garden, without,

you,

snow falling soft,

on your breath, 

child of Eden,

were you ever there?

god as man, man as god,

does it make a difference?

without,

the spark of  your creation,

I was lost in my wilderness,

a god, a man,

in my garden of Eden,

without, 

Is it too late to

let go of the 

pursuit of excellence,

and just be,

children,

lost to the wilderness.

light, snow,

Is this love?

child of Eden.

Is this love?

2-2 The Eye of The Hurricane

I am.

the eye of the hurricane,
up the creek,
flurry and fury,

blades, ice,
faces, granite,
the eye,

flurry and fury,
flurry and fury,

I am.

2-1 From The West Came The Snow

From the west came the snow,
And with it, the wind,
changing, changing,
mountain singing to the sky,
mountain singing blue to the sky,
grey.

Tiger pacing the cage inside,
Thinking of his stripes, flexing his stripes,
Thinking only of his stripes, pacing,
Clawing at the cage, when,

From the west came the snow,
And with it, the wind,
Changing, changing,
Prairie singing to the sky,
Prarie singing gray to the sky,
White.

Dog walking up the walls,
Thinking of his tail, wagging his tail,
Thinking only of his tail, walking,
Barking at the walls, when,

From the west came the snow,
And with it, the wind,
Changing, changing,
Tiger clawing at the sky
Dog barking at the sky,

Quiet