June Poems: #3

My Anger stretches my skin

so tight it burst forth like

a rubber band shot across a classroom.

I sit in a curdled heap as I watch my Anger

fill the air with heat; it cooks my skin

bubbly and crisp.


June Poems: #2

I watch her sleep

envisioning the stretches

the changes

that will happen

over time.

How will she look

in ten years time?

If I am too busy

it will feel like it all happened

in a blink.

For now, I soak up

that angel skin

and soothing snore.

Take a deep breath

and pray for more.