WANDERING AROUND COOLIDGE CORNER

I feel peeled and hollowed out

and as I drive
the wind whips by my haloed hair
and pulls me into romantic places:
movie theatres, bookstores, and coffeeshops
and a wish that I had someone to share this with

A DROP IN THE BUCKET

When your heart feels
like it has been whacked
with a meat tenderizer
[because he's so cute and tall]
it is difficult to respond--
to grab the chubby hand that swung--
and ask the guy in the Post Office line,
"So your t-shirt says you've been to
Shakespeare's Globe [so have I]
and your hat says you're a Director [so am I]--
What have you directed lately?"

So you don't
and you wish you did

MY FAVORITE TIME OF YEAR

fall is coming
with school and death
and i feel both
smart and romantic