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life and death of a white blood cell

There is no “what am I?” as you wake up to the world.

The knowledge comes from your DNA, everything you are made of, the program tells you what you must be. You are protector.

You live for this. You would die doing it and never think of any other way of being because that is simply impossible.

You will never wake from this life and realize that you yourself are worth protecting.

You will never abandon the Body to which you were born and sworn before you ever thought to have a say in the matter. You will never have a say in the matter.

Your days and nights are spent in glorious battle. You, the hunter and sounder of the alarm. You, the swallower of monsters.

You are a hero, mighty, brave, and unloved. For God, and glory, and Body.

You would go on forever, but the battles take their toll. There is no retirement home for heroes.

And so you know, as sure as the day you woke up to the world, that it is time to go.

Shriveled and gray, you give yourself to the river as your replacement awakens knowing just what to do.

~ 2011

Sarah smiles

Sarah smiles

I would walk for miles, for one of Sarah’s smiles.

There are words forming in my head in a language that this keyboard doesn’t recognize. Maybe anyone who’s ever watched their beloved children hurting can speak it too. My daughter isn’t happy, although she has memories of being so. She has a drive for more, and nothing ever seems enough. And yet, the trip we just took to Disneyworld gave us both a glimpse inside “enough,” into what it could feel like. She’s a tough girl! She beat her fear of flying just to get there. She beat her fear of coasters, and rode so many times I lost count, although she didn’t, and she would tell you if you asked. She spent a lot of the trip not smiling, but content enough. Then the night-time parade came through Main Street USA, with snow that she knew was made of soap but maybe that just added to her excitement, and with hot cocoa, and free apple slices and cookies. This was just after the fireworks that literally filled our sky from all directions and lit us both up like little girls. The fireworks had come just after meeting an admittedly slightly intimidating mouse in his own backyard. The goosebumps were still fresh from that, a surprise to both of us, but welcome.

Then the parade. She’s never liked parades, according to her. I have different memories, filled with small-town parades and her chasing after candy in the streets, catching all she could. But still we sat, with our good friends, and waited, watching the crowds forming and feeling that electricity of anticipation that makes the hair on your arms rise up, just a little. Disney magic does not often disappoint. The parade was magical, and we pointed and laughed and delighted in recognizing characters we each grew up knowing so well. I saw her excitedly spot each princess, then shrug it off, because she outgrew that stuff, long ago, she says. Then in one amazing moment, the Fairy Godmother went by, THE Fairy Godmother. And she looked right at Sarah, and she winked. And blew a special kiss right to her. That kiss was loaded with real magic, and it brought my girl’s smile back to us, if only for one wonderful night. “I feel special” she said, wonder in her voice. You are special, Sarah, so very special, Godmother or not. We watched the rest, the dancers, the toy soldiers, the whole Goofy lot of them. Then Santa came and blew her a kiss too, before heading back to the beach to rest up for December. We had to hurry then, to catch all the rides we could before midnight. She and her good friend and I closed Space Mountain that night, walking away wishing for just one more ride.

There really is nothing like Disneyworld, especially at midnight. You can really feel the special everywhere.

We’re home now, and Sarah seems to have lost her smile again, although I catch glimpses. I can’t afford to take her back to her Fairy Godmother, maybe not again in her first childhood. But we sure could use that smiling round happy lady around here, both of us. Keeping the magic alive is a challenge here in the Real World. I hope we can figure it out, and Sarah smiles again.

How to meet someone worthwhile

You need to unwind yourself if you can

and try to be kind in an unkind land.

I mean, man, there are so many freaks

leaking… (narcissistic-ally speaking). Freaks

who are all about themselves, me me my my

Gimme or I’ll start to cry.

That’s why good souls are easy to miss

blissed in the background, happy to exist,

and also why you should look in their eyes,

’cause they’re awake and looking wise,

what a prize they could turn out to be for you.

Now, you really do know what to do,

because you dared to take that peek.

So just speak, because you’re not another freak

after all. Just try it, listen and maybe learn,

let better instincts take a turn.

Then burn your lists of those perfect traits

for your perfect, perfectly made-up mates.

~2010

like a book

over your smooth cover of skin

and vellum pages deep within

I wander gently with my fingers

slowly, contemplation lingers

.

too much, no, not quite too much

you’re so inviting to my touch

like breathing in the freshest air

because, it’s simply written there

.

and each in turn, your dog-eared pages

tell me stories of your ages

watching chapter numbers climb

to revive adventures lost in time

.

unearthing artifacts from history

step by step we unwind mystery

I seek your truths in a closer look

and try to read you like a book

.

~2010

Stop.

Stop detailing my depression

like you were the only one in it

Stop smoking the ghosts of our pasts

and just pretend we’re both sane for a minute

.

Stop cruelly despoiling my history

to explain my recoiling from you

Stop dragging me down through your gutter

and obstructing my halcyon view

.

Stop fingernailing my fault lines

with the extended claws of a judge

Stop wrapping your self-justifications

to embrace your unholy war grudge

.

Stop passing out my report cards

when we both know I won’t make your grade

Stop advocating for bitterness

so our children can live unafraid

.

Stop wallowing on through our past lives

when we both have new places to go

Stop waiting for me to keep fighting

’cause I stopped all of that long ago

.

~2009

Used stuff

I have a used dog

Full of bark and no bite

A cuddle from him

Is a warm soft delight

.

I have a used cat

Who was born to be wild

He’s all Bengal tiger

In the eyes of my child

.

I have a used man

Though he wasn’t used well

But he says that we all have

A story to tell

.

I have a used heart

That still needs to be kind

Are you used or brand new?

Either way I don’t mind

.

~2009

Ode to MSG

Sometimes life seems dull and bland
you need to be taken by the hand
given something nice to savor
something far more than natural flavor
it always leaves things tasting great
monosodium glutamate!

MSG, MSG
don’t disturb my revelry
It so affects my Umami

chickety-china, a few more bites
even when your heart ignites
and the tears stream down your face
it’s Ramen noodles by the case
ignore the shaking in your hands
have a box of Zatarain’s

MSG, MSG
its chemicals a mystery
a biohazard history

it may cause nausea, insanity, cancer
but my god it’s life’s best answer
to how you’re gonna spice up your life
wake up your dog, perk up your wife
take it away and we all get irate
monosodium glutamate

MSG, MSG
surely you can plainly see
there’s no reason left to be
if you take away my MSG…

~2006

ice cream anti-social

at the ice cream anti-social
the flavors all are real
you can watch the sticky ice cream
and the people all congeal

everybody’s looking at you
they’re just hoping you mess up
make eye contact, smile at someone
they will come and take your cup

all these people act so knowing
anti-social figured out
get in close but make no contact
life is sweet without a doubt

~2007

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