Alice B.Toklas

She eats brownies instead,
Takes super dictation
And sleeps on her head.

Turning her? Hopeless.
She butters buttons:
Stuttering, muttering,
Award-winning buttons.

She rich? More or less.
Parties all night;
Tossing word salad:
this is her life.

I don't want to have fame,
Only to hold her.
Alice, please
Can I stand
On your shoulders?

My Home

How can I be
out of my mind
when I live
inside my head?

I'd rather be
in a suitcase
or a shell

or a closet.
Anywhere but
here because I'm
claustrophobic
and make a

lousy neighbor.