Text-Poems III

Ice Cream

I can’t describe

the volume

of my anger when

I hear

ice cream trucks!

Let’s go to a psychic


Cmon comon comonnn!

I’m at the casino

with mom.


OK. Can I

Call you? In Texas

it is more complicated than

just prescribing

a pill.



I kept shifting

my body around

this bed

thinking: she would

probably sleep here or

here or

here, or


in this position.



A Bunch

Do you mind

the smell of green

chilies? I picked up

a bunch for Maggie

because it’s the weekend

and the house smells

strongly of them–

I can figure something

to do with them though

if you’d rather not smell

green chillies.


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