Growing Up

Climbing out from under the table
to where the rocking guerilla stares and
the giant mouse runs too close to your face.
Too close.
Mocks you with the frozen smile and a dry nose.

Where the wild things are
you sit with two tear stained cheeks.
Rage at being pulled from your bowed state
with the view of their shoes and
the nudge from their knee caps.

If only the stuffed mouse would stay away
you could be brave, brave all day.
Who wanted this party anyway?
Oh. You did. Happy Birthday.

Studying Voice

You told me not to think.
Just feel.
Describe.
What did that feel like?

And I said I was sorry.
For what, you said.
And I said,

for thinking

And you said,

Very good lesson.
Good concentration.

And I thought, Well I guess I'm not sorry then.