Spilling Rubies on Filth

She was laughing…
(at a joke that wasn’t there)
when in the middle of Times Square,
her legs melted
from pelvis down.

High left cheekbone
smacked-kiss the pavement,
spilling rubies on filth

that pushed concrete into her flesh.

At the emergency room,
I watched bits of New York City
pocking the skin under her eye.

“What happened?”
I said,
after two nurses left the room.

“Dunno.” Silent tears said she did.

“It’s all right.” I walked to her,
and held her. “You’re all right.
We’ll figure it out, won’t we?”

“I was on my way to work,” she said,
“and heard Mami called me supermana.
I’ve been exhausted. Couldn’t stop laughing.”

I hugged her closer to my chest, rocking her,
when the hurt began to crack;
while she sobbed about her office being miles away
from Times Square; when she wept for her mom,
who had been gone for nineteen years.

Process Note: side effects of sleep deprivation include (but are not limited to) impaired judgement, hallucinations and micro-sleep—falling asleep for short periods of time without being aware of it. Many people living with chronic pain also endure sleep deprivation. ~ Healthline

for NaPoWriMo with Magaly Guerrero 2015, Day 23 – Pain and Sleep: Write a poem that explores the intricate relationship between pain and sleep.

Sleep Deprivation, by Hazel Mabbott“Sleep Deprivation”, by Hazel Mabbott

I Ate the Sun with Some Nuts

She wants Sunshine. It’s rather simple, she says. Feed me poetry or prose that dances wildly with the sun. Be literal… or metaphor your words away until sunshine is orange juice. I’m open, she says… just give me sunshine. All right, maybe Sanaa didn’t use those exact words… but that’s how my eyeballs read it to my heart. So here is my contribution to Prompt Nights – Sunshine (I decided to devour the sun and make myself shinier… and probably yummier 😉 4/15/16):

“I Ate the Sun with Some Nuts”

I slow cooked the sun,
stirred some nuts into the pot—
hot buttery yum

If a spring breeze kisses my skin
with susurrations of chill,
one pound of butternut squash
(boiled in three cups of salty broth
for twenty-one minutes)
will fill my middle with sunlight.

Cheddar and milk
might thicken the warmth,
but my gut growls at the thought.

I just blend the softened sun,
and pour the liquid gold into a pot,
to keep hot while I roast nuts…

pestle and mortar crush pecans.

for NaPoWriMo with Magaly Guerrero 2015, Day 20 – Finger Licking Good: Cook up a poem with a recipe in it.

Who would have thought that Butternut Squash Soup with Roasted Pecans could be so poetic? I’m telling you, my Wicked Luvs, write a poem a day in April and eat poetry…

Butternut Squash Soup with Roasted Pecans (2)
Butternut Squash Soup with Roasted Pecans (4)

Finger Licking Good

I love cooking. There is something thrilling in the ritualistic act of gathering the right ingredients and mixing them together properly, in order to transform raw energy into something tasty that brings delight into the eyes (and tummies) of those I love. Well, if I’m to be honest, I rather enjoy eating my own food… understandable, since I love myself a lot.

But more than that, I find bliss in the smiles that brighten my Piano Man’s and The Boy’s faces whenever they get home and the scent of my food is dancing in the air… Few things make me as happy, as when we’re sitting at the table and the Little Princess pulls on my sleeve, rubs her tummy, widens her eyes, and makes exaggerated yummy sounds.

For all those reasons, I’m super excited about today’s prompt: Day 20, of NaPoWriMo with Magaly Guerrero 2015, invites everyone to Cook up a poem with a recipe in it. Because not everyone feels like I do about cooking finger licking good bits, feel free to stretch the prompt to add other people’s recipes for foods you love (just make sure you credit the chef).


* Leave a link to your poem, as a comment. Include the title of your entry, and the direct link to your post. Example: “NaPoWriMo with Magaly Guerrero 2015”: http://magalyguerrero.com/napowrimo-with-magaly-guerrero-2015/. Visit other Wicked Darlings and comment on their yum. They might visit you (it’s polite).

* If you use this prompt, please link it to your post. And if you are feeling extra delicious, link your poem to the main entry. Show others where to go. Spread the word. Linking back to the source will make everything you cook taste better. Really.

Brewing Coconut Oil (1)click on the image for my Brewing Coconut Oil recipe (butcher knife not included)