Three Poems

from my recent collection

Notes From My Old Survival Guide

I’m sorry.
You’re right.
I’m sorry.
Yes. You’re right.
I get it. You’re right.
You’re right.
You’re right.
You’re right.
I’m sorry. You’re right.
I’m sorry.
Right.
Of course.
Yes.
You’re right.
No, it was me. It’s my fault.
I misunderstood.
I remembered it wrong.
You’re right.
Yes, I understand. You’re right.
You’re right.
You’re right.

I’m sorry.
I’m sorry.
I’m sorry.
I’m sorry. 
I’m sorry.

Grocery List Heretic

What would an honest poem
about marriage look like?
It would include your socks,
of course, scattered on the floor,
fueling stereotypes and memes
about men and marriage, but it
would also include the grocery lists
I text you, that you follow religiously,
and add to, heretically,
surprising me with my favorite things,
like yellow flowers and wine cheese,
dark chocolate, and most recently,
a Christmas tree. You never make me
feel like a burden that is too heavy to lift.

A Prayer for the Weary

May God prepare a table for us
in the wilderness of our future,
manna, in the deserts of our past,
and wine from vineyards that we
burned down in anger, frustration
and disappointment, in our longing
for what once was, and what we hoped 
would be. Father, spread a feast 
right here, where we stand, legs weak
from fleeing temptation, arms tired
from holding one another’s grief,
voices hoarse from crying out
for justice and your return. 
Quench our thirst,
read our minds,
heal our wounds,
thaw our hearts,
with a Love that never leaves. 

Poems taken from my most recent collection:

Sometimes Women Lie About Being Okay.