Kimmy’s Garden

bracelet here on my left wrist tight

brightly shining circles around

repetition of rings _ spiral

endless rhythmic geometry

leaves an impression

you touch to examine

coffee-cup stains on the table

sugar spilling over the edge

dancing free with gravity _ pulled

down while memory replays each

missed opportunity …

 

in imagination I turn

I turn _ left into light-striped dark

covet earth and air _ listening

frightened by fickle chemistry

hesitation here

left speechless

between beginning and beginning

tongues as catalyst _ a stirring

hidden under many layers

this exothermic reaction

in three heartbeats from your three steps

in this direction of …

 

leaving _ without a farewell

closure so cruelly _ withheld

here lingers a masochistic itch

of missing _ and of wanting

to fall _ to fall down

to recall the physics

remembering only linguistics

your words there never dissolving

I am left infinite-anti-

cipation-addicted to our

conversation to be continued …

I am preparing a male impersonation act, and what better subject to include than meat. I over heard a fellow rugby player talking, and he has inspired me to write a little something on Meat:

  I like my meat real thick:

you know,

like one-and-a-half or two inches thick. Mmm.

  And I like it pink:

you know, oh yeah,

seared goodness on the outside,

but rare, raw and tender on the inside,

there, you know, right in the middle.

  Oh, and I like it hot:

you know,

flaming hot, ooo,

with all those juices running down!

  And I like it really spicy:

fiery flavour, oh yeah,

tasty tasty tasty!

gimme some of that salt-and-pepper,

if you know what I mean.

  But, you know,

I especially like my meat jerked,

oh yeah,

and some of those other rubs are real nice too.

  I do love my meat. Mmm, mmm!

Grands yeux châtain clair,

je les tiens de ma mère.

Ici, dessus l’oeil droit surveille

la cicatrice-haricot

que j’ai reçue de mon père.

… seul souvenir d’la’tite table

de salon

et de la maison

avec peu de gazon

mai’tant de rhubarb:

aigre-aigre, trempé en sucre …

et des belles jambes en jupe

faisant la soupe

chaussures à talon.

Gnôle coulant,

l’orage ne se cache plus:

bagarre, lutte,

gendarme, gouttes,

bouteille de bière cassée,

sa grise mine tranchée.

Grands yeux châtain clair

se souviennent

de ma mère, scalpée

de sa queue de cheval arrachée

mise dans le coffre-fort, doucement enfermée,

de mon Grand-père disant:

«Ne le reprend jamais»

de cette cicatrice ronde recouverte de cheveux,

toutefois intériorisée -

mes yeux savent toujours exactement où elle est.

Grands yeux châtain clair

regardent la cicatrice-chemin-de-fer

qui traverse le plein visage du

Monstre qui me possédait il y a plus que 30 ans,

Cauchemar, ne reviens pas, ne reviens pas,

comme la peur, comme la saveur

de larmes dans la gorge,

… ce coeur d’acier reste froid

malgré la chaleur de haine de mon corps-forge;

malgré ton sang dans mes veines,

malgré ton nom de famille lié à le mien,

entre la mémoire et l’oubli -

je ne suis jamais ta fille.

Et voilà, par hasard tu es ici

… me demandant, «Comment ça va?»

Étranger, je te réponds: «Ça va bien, merci.»

[A favourite game]

……….[my cousin Chace is six]

………………..[my Grandmother is seven plus (six times his^ age doubled)]

[friendly competition]

[in the kitchen]

[keeps us out of trouble ...]

A boy’s name … that starts with the letter D

Donald – 1pt

……….Dave – 1pt

………………..Chace

……….yes gramma

………………..I mean Chace as a name of a boy

Welllll, ‘Chace’ doesn’t really start with a D …

………………..Right, well I mean Denver – no – Douglas – 1pt

OK, full point.

U.S. cities …

Detroit – 1pt

……….pass

………………..Denver – 1pt

Things that are cold

[Death - don't say it don't say it] pass

……….Drumsticks!!! mmm – 1pt

………………..Downstairs – 1pt

good one!!

………………..What’s wrong with your Grandfather?

………………..Why can’t he come home?

………………..Why does he have to …

Let’s move on, OK, What do you have for … Insects …

Dragonfly

……….Dragonfly

………………..Dragonfly …

We all cancel each other out …

A breakfast food starting with D

Danish – yes! – 1pt

……….Doughnut – 1pt

………………..Diarrhea

[stop]

[She-looks-at-me-i-look-at-her-we-look-at-him ...]

[awkward silence ...]

[we all break out laughing]

………………..You know, there are words missing from my head

[Thinking to myself Dates, Dry toast, Dessert ...]

………………..I know I love you, but I just can’t place you,

………………..Your name is on the tip of my tongue, oh brother,

………………..Isn’t that silly?

[Ding Dong would be 2pts]

Kim. I am Kim, Bonnie’s daughter.

………………..Not MY Kim? Are you MY Kim?

Oh yes, but I did just change my hair …

[cover-it-up-cover-it-up-she's-just-tired]

………………..I’m just tired.

[long days at the palliative care ward at the hospital are very trying ...]

Things found in the ocean

Drowning victims – 1pt

……….Dolphins – 1pt

………………..Kimmy, can we play tile rummy instead?

[I'm scared]

………………..I’m afraid of this game.

[Damn]