124/365: Fat Girls On the Beach

Fat girls on the beach
stagger through white sand,
bikini tops tied tight through flesh,
and giggle behind spread fingers,
darting overt stares at boys down the line
who have their tongues in the mouths of older girls
with longer legs riding virgins to a fault.
Embarrassed and nervy,
the younger ones run to each other and collapse,
their cheeks pinked with 12-year-old's pornography.

They pull their hair
down from the wind
to cross their mouths
and hide their delight.

123/365: Astonishing and Grand

I took this photo at the Ritz-Carlton in Laguna Niguel during the Mom 2.0 Summit.

The hotel room's lawn
stretches, green, away and down
to the ocean beach.
That I can be here at all
is astonishing and grand.



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The above poem is based on the Japanese tanka.

122/365: An Eager Speech

The taxi pulled me
through the early morning dark,
rushing to the plane.
I worked over an eager speech
to wring out my disquiet.



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The above poem is based on the Japanese tanka.

121/365: A Resort Far Away

I buy plane tickets
to a resort far away
with palm trees and sun.
It's strange to know I'll be gone,
stranger still that I'll be back.



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The above poem is based on the Japanese tanka.

120/365: They Know the Way

Remember your feet.
They move on assuredly.
They know the way there.
They've borne you since your first year,
and bear what you cannot see.



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The above poem is based on the Japanese tanka.