If only it could take us higher...?!!!

Anxiety

The dollars in your pocket have been

Transformed into Chinese Paper Mache

Stars of origami shaped into airplanes

And thrown into the silent sea to perish

In these low times, it would be nice

To get high—

by Micah Zevin 2009

The past brings back memories in the present...

Abandonment

In sunglasses and baseball cap
She enters, her cane ahead of her
Purple and white sun dress. She sits
In front of the computer and enters her
Number.

“When I was young I wanted to be a
Veterinarian. I use to work with animals
I’d like to take that pit-bull home. He’s been
Outside for hours and seems so melancholy”

When we open the doors the next day
She is the first in line. She points toward
The empty food dish with wrinkled finger
She looks as sad as the pit-bull before
Animal control came take him away.

by Micah Zevin 2009

Does Purity Exist?

At the Market

The women looked stern
All had bunions and were going to sue
They wrinkled up their faces and shook
Their collective heads not willing to speak
She did not ask them anything else
She was always working on her virginity
At the church house where he lived
Although she did not want to marry
The devils would come out at night
Criticizing and admiring their carved chests
The dye in their hair was greasy
The women removed all their rich clothes
Then arranging their hair in various knots
And fringes—
by Micah Zevin 2009