Beyond the Pacific

Beyond this berm
an unknown universe
sputtering
toward comprehension
bordering on romance.

The finite cycle of life
and all its cousin corollaries
stretch on a single wave.

It isn't even what I expect, but...

I want to be Julia Child when I cook.
And Hemingway when I write.
But in my kitchen, and at my desk, I am utterly alone with my hungers.

Attention Surplus Syndrome

Thirteen and still not kissed.
Bumps, distractions, irritations. 
Middle of the day in middle school. 


She buys an ice-cream cone, knowing He'll see and stop and talk on the way back to class. For a good twenty minutes, she watches the basketball game He's playing, knowing He'll want a lick or two, and then...  


A very tall girl in red gym shorts, she used to play basketball, before she thought of licking this cone slowly, letting sugar puddles form on her closed fist and drip down her long torso wetting her gym shirt. She saw this in a t.v. show and took notes, when she still took good notes. 


The lunch- end- stampede scatters the crowd, and she loses sight of Him. 


She rushes to the bathroom to wash up and text him,and now she's late for class and sure to gain detention after school. 

She has to find another way.