Selected Entryway Disposal Cups

Beads collected like stolen journals
Set fire to retired memories
Of me in my attire of frustration
No more evidence of dreams you had
For our hearts

She is here and strong and so patient
Distracted by banana cords
Lakes beware candy but facing exhausted eyes
Our lovely shell and the diapers of darlings

Squirrels mark out morning’s return
She is now impatient, stolen, and abridged
Know now the bluff of the century
Civil dispassion is teeming with envy
And portrait cups of winter disposal