
Carla
Word Traveler
Wave
Be safe.
I love you
more than life itself.
Travel
A pleasure cruise for hours, days,
or sometimes a full week
is always worth the trip to feel waves lapping at my feet.
It’s not uncommon that I ride the rails
until the final stop
in the name of unfamiliar flavors and popping into local shops.
I’ll board a flight around the world
with seconds left to spare,
a departure from routine that might mean I get somewhere.
All that to say, the perfect phrase
is like any form of travel
except you can go anywhere and still be in a towel.
Emoji
Eighteen bytes and you
can say most things you want to
with no words at all.
A set of graphic
gifts from the gods of Big Tech:
Praise be, Emoji.
Charcuterie
The bitter and the salty bits make
the fruit sweeter.
Don’t you love it when your tastebuds shout,
“Umami!”
I relish all my favorite treats,
live in concert,
together for one night only.
Their flavors sing.
Freudenfreude
I’ll raise your success
UP as if it were mine. I
love it when you win.
Practice
Laces pinched in thumb and pointer,
tongue poked out for focus,
pause to blow a tuft of bang.
Loop. Swoop. A little hocus pocus…
Pick the laces up again,
tongue in start position,
set free a long-held sigh.
Wrap. Unwrap. Rewrap a bit more…
aaaand…
Your bow’s a bowl of noodles spilling out onto the floor.
Repair
I’m okay.
Are you okay?
You’re not.
Okay.
I̶̶̶ ̶d̶̶̶i̶̶̶d̶̶̶n̶̶̶’̶t̶̶̶ ̶m̶̶̶e̶̶̶a̶̶̶n̶̶̶
I̶ ̶t̶h̶o̶u̶g̶h̶t̶
I̶ ̶w̶a̶s̶ ̶j̶u̶s̶t̶
I hurt you.
You’re hurting.
I’m sorry.
Okay.
Silly
Maybe your GPS signal got lost
and you’ve gotten turned around.
Perhaps you regret tossing your map
before your trip out of town.
Lines of cars are slowing
to take a proper gander
at the large bird on the median
whose motive makes them wonder.
Maybe the wind has taken your hat,
maybe you’re headed to tea.
Perhaps you’re pissed you missed your bus
while staring back at me.
If I were the odd duck sitting there,
I s’pose I’d be ruffled as well—
Jeez! That semi’s horn was loud!—
in my personal version of Hell.
Quilt
Over the back of the couch,
tossed across the bed,
a folded square in your cedar chest—
there’s comfort to be spread.
Cut and stitched together
piece by careful piece,
then it waits, quite patiently,
to warm you head to feet.
Home
Shoes off.
Guards down.
Chills out.
Do you
want to
hang around
where you
can be
just you
and I
can be
just me?
‘Cause that
is the
best way
I can
think to
spend today.
Wild
adjective (NOT CONTROLLED)
Attention all you tree-acoustic testers
that whoop in the dark
around the roaring pillars of your inner sparks,
roasting soft cubes of sugar down to crispy embers,
raising a toast to the most feral members of societal fringe,
with untidy hair full of grass and twigs,
who dare to build their houses on chicken legs,
mixing medicinal metaphors to hurl like eggs,
making the fussiest fuss, not for one, but all of us,
and about-facing away from imposed traditional roles:
Stay fucking weird.
♡
Thank you for joining me. I am so glad you’re here!