For M.

Cliff Jump
If I could time travel
I don’t think I would
try to change the past-
instead I would relive my firsts
slowly and luxuriously.
The first time I fell in love
or jumped from a cliff into water
to remind myself that regardless
of how scary these can be
they were the things that
opened my eyes to new worlds
leading me to where I stand now
and the firsts I have yet to experience.

BB

For M.

Metaphysical Phone Calls

I dial your number
and hold my breath
hoping you’ll remember-
because the last time I called
you had forgotten and you
begged me to bring him home.

I had to remind you he was dead
and there was nothing you or I
could have done to change the
roll of the dice;
it was over before it began
and you silently hung up the phone.

I think someday I will be known as
the new Patron Saint of Lost Causes
taking these metaphysical phone calls
asking me to reunite the living and dead.

BB

Metaphysical Phone Calls

Half Finished Fortunes

I finished the tea in the
delicate bone china cup and
the fortune teller swirled it
in her slender fingered grasp
overturning it in the saucer
she read the leaves and told me
that I was to fall in love
with an endangered species;
someone that could make me blush
just by complimenting the
quiet confidence of my stride.
I knew the truth in her words
but I felt that such a rare breed
would never really be safe
with a huntress such as myself-
better to watch from afar than to
risk the bloodshed such a union
might endure.

The thing about hearing the future
is you only get half the truth.

BB

Half Finished Fortunes

Stormchaser

StormchaserI went for a drive in the rain
and turned down the music so
that I could listen to the
rhythmic rasp of the wipers
like a respiration machine
and my bare feet on the pedals
respond to the coolness of the
metal and begged to take me
wherever this storm was headed.
Not to outrun it
not to find shelter but to simply
become a part of the destruction.

BB

Stormchaser

Songs of Experience.

There is a song I hear from time to time, blasting from some low riding sports car being driven by a guy with too much gel and too few brain cells and I’m seventeen again in Spain, dancing in that club and sneaking highballs- letting the pulse of the music drive our bodies together.

Another song reminds me of being barefoot in the beach house and the smell of rain and earth and the ocean was perfume on my skin. I couldn’t find socks and the hardwood was cool and refreshing as I danced.

The songs that I play late at night echo of the nights I spent next to you in the dark, when I would wonder how I could feel so lonely with a heart beating so close to mine.

BB

Songs of Experience.