shaving with a dull razor

 I’m getting back to work on this one, “shaving with a dull razor”.  Here are two stanzas:

 

I don’t like to shave with a dull razor

it abrades my skin

I warm lotion between my palms

moisturize my rash

I’m not smooth like a blown glass jelly fish

my edges are serrated

 

I try to expire my deadline

I rub at an indentation behind my ear

sit beside the gas stove and hold an unlit match

I want to evaporate

but I forget the incantation

 

© 16 July 2019

Cindy B. Stevens

 

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when

 I hope, I pray through all your days, you have someone who’ll say, “I got you”

I only post portions of unpublished poems every six days.  This isn’t the 6^th day, this isn't a portion, but I want to share the following:

 

when

poem inspired by Jack Johnson’s lyrics, “I Got You”

 

when my sad flows molten

my madness fluid

when disbelief burbles

sunshine mocks lightning

when my skin catches fire

 

when I sleep until nine

won’t wake before noon

I’m laundry on a line

I flutter in cold

when my opaque can’t breathe

 

I’m no more substantial

than my addiction

when I’m incapable

I can’t imagine

I crave my devil kiss

 

when I mock mystery

when I won’t wonder

when breath freezes my death

 

I know I’ll hear somebody say, “I got you”

 

© 24 December 2020

Cindy B. Stevens

 

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COVID-19 sacrament

I’m in the Radiation Clinic, waiting.  

Every time I enter the main doors of the Cancer Center, I’m reminded of the communion sacrament, as I cup my hands to receive the hand sanitizer.

 

Here’s a haiku:

 

I enter the doors

 

COVID-19 sacrament

 

cup my hands; receive

 

© 18 December 2020

Cindy B. Stevens

 

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I don't want the flag

Here are three stanzas from “I don’t want the flag”, a fairly recent piece, so it will be revised, several times I presume:

my daddy thought he’d get a call someday that I had ended life

a 3:23 morning call came

someone else had done it to me

 

two remove my coffin flag

step away

drape

corner

stretch

taut

fold

snap

fold again

over and

over

 

my daddy

doesn’t want to hold my flag

I don’t believe I

deserve it

I have never seen

my daddy

cry

 

© 29 November 2020

Cindy B. Stevens

 

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not afraid of the dark

Here are some lines from “not afraid of the dark”:

every night, I turn the lights on in my house

all of them

a beacon to the rime on my window

 

now, my living room is full of shadow

I switch off lights

shadow disappears

 

I’m not afraid of the dark

I’m not afraid of the dark

. . . 

. . . 

. . .

I’m not afraid of the dark

 

© 27 November 2020

Cindy B. Stevens

 

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wedding rice

I just started working on “wedding rice”:

cat hairs left by Izzy, Stella

Salem and Tigger

Bosco

Cassidy and Sundance

are wedding rice

found 2 months

2 years

20

after

 

© 27 November 2020

Cindy B. Stevens

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Photo credits:  Cindy B. Stevens (our Siamese cats, Butch Cassidy and Sundance Kid from 1979; can't find my photo of Bosco hanging from the quilt rack from 1986; Tigger, Salem, and Stella from 2006; Stella from 2009; Izzy from 2020)