1.
It’s a good day for pancakes
although I have to watch
the syrup. I have to watch
the sugar and the salt,
the caffeine and the meat.
I have to watch the forest
in my ears and the fish
scales on my feet. I have
to watch the hummingbirds,
the roses and my faithful
jacaranda. I have to pay attention
to what arrives and disappears.

2.
On this side of the line.
everything’s worth more or less.
Money’s worth more, pride less.
Legs are worth more, mouths less.
Grace is worth more, heaven less.
Days are worth more, nights less.
Thirst is worth more, hunger less.

3.
Some days I wonder what became
of my other heart, not this one
the pacemaker chases but the other,
the prisoner I guarded too closely.
I don’t miss it most days,
not like I miss steak and gin.
Only some days, when I remember
the fevers and sweat instead
of the ground romancing my heels—
when I remember the wild steps
before I catch myself napping,
bored between meals.

(first published in Booth)