It is good

It is good to enjoy being bad, every now and then
to be vain, every now and then
to indulge, every now and then
to say yes, every now and then
to say no, every now and then

It is good to know that I am beautiful all the time
even with a pimple on my chin and in my eyebrow

It is good to know that I have something to offer to the world
all the time

It is good to work with my hands and feel the earth and myself tied and tethered and stuck together
all the time

It is good to breathe in air and know that every molecule has been breathed in by someone else, recycled through their lungs, and provided back to me for life.

It is good to notice small changes in life
all the time

It is good to believe in something, even if undefined, too big to be worded
all the time

crabapple

the crabapple petals are falling
drifting down like wind-blown ballerinas
a fragrant spring snow covers the ground

it is time to be wed.

standing in my kitchen
pineapple discs dripping juice down my arms
and down my chin
the perfect day
if only for a sticky moment

peep

I do not see the world when I look through my peephole
just my neighbor's door-- 10
it is dim
when I move my eye around, I cannot even see the stairs or who is running up them
I only see the inside of the peephole
which looks much longer than it ought to
with scraped edges as though my eye was a blade

It isn't as though I expect to see the world when I peer through it
but more than just my neighbor's door-- 10-- would be nice

I suppose it is good that I cannot see more
or else I'd take to spying
standing at the door trying not to breathe or creak
as I watch what people do
just going up and down the stairs, I suppose
but how can I know if all I can see is my neighbor's door-- 10