Double Life

Laundry stuffed into the basket of words in my brain
must sustain this strange love
for creation, innovation
can't stop
made time
in between
the child 
and the vacuum cleaner
because
of my own humanity
and him and her
next to me

Want

A woman steals a fistful of jewels that make her fingers bleed.
Another pulls the baby from the tummy
of another,
extracting her happy
with her sweaty fist.
an expedition on foot
through ancient cities while
another says goodbye
She watches and grabs the hair for the ponytail, her wrinkled fingers red. Her heart is in a hot air balloon
far away from
the light
that knew
the
dust.

Morning Exercise

Legs that I remember are vine-like make their
way through the bushes.
Stroke one and another stroke
Built like a tank, I know.
Finding solace in my tank
Another fat molecule
Another piece of cake
I hike
I hike