mixed nuts

we all do it, I know
you only want the cashews.

magic I

I swear it's a castle.
 littered with crystals
sometimes I step on the pins
holding the seams in the hardwood floors.
The infestation is the sequins.
A fortress, her mote filled with
scraps of organza and lace flowers
that wilt by nature but do not die.
The queen, so holy she
requires no patches.
I am unfamiliar with this form of magic,
bending light to make princesses.
The king turned grey this winter and
yet they dance

hoarding.

People used to collect homes
so they could have lots of mailboxes.
foxes in some parking spots when you come
home after the day and coyotes in other.
and when you walk to the mailbox and
 find nothing worth opening, you have another mailbox
tomorrow
another city, state.

I don't know why people collect homes now because
they can collect computers instead
train dogs and robots to check all their boxes,
they feed on the moths and chase away the foxes.

One day I will collect buttons.
They will cover all my shirts and adorn all my pants
And people so apt to feign curiosity will ask
why in the world I can't just collect cats.
Because buttons hold me together
and cats stink.

I respect your right to say whatever you want however you want to say it. However...

To the people confessing their distrust and disapproval for the President after his statement concerning marriage, regardless of your or his motivation in saying so:

Fuck you.   You are the problem.

That is all.