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

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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
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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.

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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…

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