Saturday, February 28, 2015

To Cheat Death

The Morguefile

In my dreams
we cheat death

pulling toes backward
just in time

announcing lists
to empty air.

There are things to be said
though not the time to say them,

instead, they crowd my heart
take up small rooms.

We sort through them
and hope that is enough.

copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2015

Two friends died unexpectedly this week.  I am a bit lost in it right now.

Posted for Dverse

Sunday, February 15, 2015

The Cost of Love

the morguefile

i scrape with serrated edges,
the endometriosis 
of love's stain,

it's bruising
quietly purpling
the edges of my eyes.

i fathom its ache
in cycles of days

when i stop counting
will it be time again
to lift the knife?

copyright/all tights reserved Audrey Howitt 2015

Not sure where this came from exactly. Perhaps, a post Valentine's Day sigh--

Posted today for Poets United Pantry

Thursday, February 12, 2015

Love at 19

wikimedia commons
 Stylized rendering of a cross-section of the Human Immunodeficiency Virus.
Los Alamos National Laboratory
In the Public Domain in the United States

i seldom think about you now,
the burn
in a box of parliaments long ago.

your fingers stained
with the dye
of his hair
in some alley

on black.

so many colors
there before i closed
my eyes to you
or was it you to me?

when it took you down,
that disease we didn't have a name for--
not then,

i sat on your bed
and fed you ensure
and told you about the
daughter i was pregnant with,
the one you wanted.

you died that night.
i saw the blinking light,
a message on a piece of tape.
but i knew
when i saw the light.

did i tell you
that i loved you then
i think i did.

i still do.

copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2015

for Kerry's Challenge at Real Toads

Saturday, February 7, 2015

The Uninvited

dreamy glass by marlene dietrich
by Arien

windows tells stories,
sometimes ones
you wish you could hide.

they breathe,
insinuating themselves
into forms uninvited

forming agreements
between the inside and outside of me
until i wonder which is which.

copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2015

Posted this rainy morning for Poets United Pantry

Sunday, February 1, 2015

The Weaving of Lives

the morgue file


i knit a blanket
out of old merino,
bits tied
ends tucked
needles clacking
over time.

i find myself
in their rhythm,
pulling through
until i am warm again.


there is no there
between us,
only a voided space
held together
by bits of string
left over
from other projects
found in baskets
underneath my bed.

i had thought
them to be of no use,
but edges unravel,
and i cannot help it.
repairs are inevitable.


the bits of us
across beds,
our lives
a pastiche

copyright/all rights reserved AudreyHowitt 2015

posted for Poets United