Tuesday, June 16, 2020

Narcissism




Narcissism comes
at the wrong time in life,
comes when your young body
is easy to love,
your stomach muscles virtuous,
when water beads up
not down into crannies,
when the “turn of your ankle”
doesn’t mean a limp.
But it would be better stored
for the day your aging body
desperately needs someone
to stroke its folds, roll fingers
around its plenitudes,
protuberances,
to look in the mirror
and say,
               “You’re lookin’ good, baby.”


©2020 Muriel Thumm

Sunday, June 14, 2020

I heard love was running out





So, I thought,
I’ll be out of love?
or nearly?
I have none in the bank?
None to be had at the store?
Love has run out.
I always thought it was plentiful,
that I could dip my hand in the creek,
come up with enough for a mouthful.
That it poured off mountains,
city streets were awash in it.
Every subway train, cross-town bus
contained it like the pool man’s
tanker truck full of love
coming to fill my pool.
I will stand here, chin up,
mouth open and wait
for replenishing.


©2020 Muriel Thumm

Tuesday, June 9, 2020

Oriental Poppies




All of my red-headed girls
Dropped their tresses last night
On the lawn and stand bald-headed
Looking back at me.  I smile
Knowing them in their dishabille
To be lovely at heart.


©2013 Muriel Thumm

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