Shrinking

I know walking away 

well enough to know 

that you have a freckle 

on the back of your right ear. 

Every time 

you get to walking 

I watch the small spot 

get smaller

and I wonder if it looks

back at me

as I am also

shrinking. 

Magnet Poetry #2

Magnet Poetry #1

Reasons

Be the motive

for the breeze

destroying 

my hair. 

Be the design

for splattered shoes

and bruised heels.

Be the cause

for heavy breathing. 

Chase me

so I have a reason 

to run away.

Windows

Eyes are windows

so I cut my hair

like drapes. 

Don't you dare 

swing them open. 

You will be blinded 

by what you see.