Some days

Some days I miss you like the ocean pouring over the edge of the world
Uncountable gallons of water rushing into nothingness
In a roaring, pounding endless movement, impossible to drown out.

Other days you are a bruise on my heart
I only remember the hurt when I bump into the accidental memory of you:
When someone makes an offhanded comment about the linguistics of the Seneca Nation
Or I pass exit 18 on the Mass Turnpike.

Tonight I did not watch the sunset
I went shopping and did the laundry and the dishes and vacuumed my rug,
Exercises I refuse to turn into a metaphor of missing you.
I did miss you anyway
An ache to match the distant hum of my sleep-deprived headache building up behind my eyes.

When I finally lay down, exhaustion a twisting pain in my back and neck
I lay in bed with my eyes wide open staring at the ceiling.
I had to turn on the fan so something would drown out the constant murmur of your name in my ears.

Goodbye

I miss the sun
Waiting
In her cloudy bed
Below the earth.

Some days I cry
For hours
At the kitchen sink
Because something

Reminded me
Of you.
And when I die, burry
Me in red earth

Beneath a lemon
Tree and
Make lemon and rhubarb
Pie from my bones.

And tell all the
Non-believers
That my spirit wrings
Bitter tears from stone.

The day you left
Was sunny
And sweat ran rivers
On my back as

I watched you leave.
"Sunshine,
Come back!" I called but
You couldn't hear me.

Witching weather cont'd

I don't want sunshine. That tame, sleepy warmth.
Give me storm clouds, gath'ring like a  coven
On the horrizon, clothed in their best black
Cocktail dresses, throwing amphibious
Ingredients with abandon into
A cauldron until something starts to boil.
I don't want sunshine. I want witching weather.

Give me the kind of witching weather that
Sucks the breath out of large men and blows the
Strongest off their feet. Give me the kind of
Witching weather that will tangle in the
Long dark hair of my lovers and whisper
Secrets into their lovely ears. Weather
That will bring the rain like an explosion.
I don't want sunshine. I want witching weather.

Give me lighting on the horizon and
Pressure licking my skin. Give me the hair
Quiv'ring on the back of my neck and shaking
On my arms. Give me thunder rumb'ling under
My boots and air with rain I can taste.
I don't want sunshine. I want witching weather.

I want to dance through the storm. I want to
Fuck through a hurricane. I want lightning
To pour through my body and light up my
Every nerve. I want to stand against a
Tsunami and let the wave wash me away.
I don't want sunshine. I want witching weather.