Memory on my iphone

(R. minus many months.)


My iphone memory is a time warp.
For example, it keeps remembering your name
even though I have deleted you
a thousand times,
as if it knows
there is only one thing I can remember
to forget
repeatedly.

So I will need to delete again tomorrow
the balcony, my lips, your lips,
Oakland's sunset burning
centimeters from your fingertips.



2.3.17

Teach me how to not despair

(for my children. for r and his.)

Teach me how to not despair.

Remind me again

that life is a series of mathematical

errors

and all I have to do is find y.

I already have paper and pen.

I can

turn numbers into stories

stories into actions

actions into hope

hope to love

and live

kindly.

Sit with me,

in the high noon glare,

our bodies warm from sun heated rocks

beneath, watch me unravel the mystery of an equation,

with child-sized amazement duplicating,

quadruplicating, octuplicating, doubling

ceaselessly

into the distances of my imagination.

And when I cannot find my way,

teach me to trust

that inside each problem

already is the answer

I seek.

2/3/17