Magic At My House
In the closet there is a pair of shoes
The stay in the box kind of shoes.
Relieve my worried mind, I pray.
With gentle words and salty lips.
In the beginning there was you.
You were the sun and the moon.
I Have Written
I have written words upon pages, napkins, and receipts,
Enscribed them in the air with fingertips,
Inspiration is an old 60 watt light bulb
Swinging bare and dusty in the corner of small room.