I scrape them one by one with my other dirty nails.
They're long enough to paint or get a manicure.
I need to clean up my act.
Am I a grandmother type
or a streetwalker?
I'm angry at my heart for pumping off beat
and for my dogs barking in sync.
I'm angry my facet has a hole in it
and my water pick squirts sideways.
I'm angry my car won't start
and my oven won't stop beeping.
There's cigarette butts on the deck
and plastic cups in the garden.
The heel broke off my clogs
and I'm caught up on all my series.
My phone screen is cloudy
and my windows aren't clear.
My legs are in shape
but my tummy still floats.
My house is clean
but it's taking all my money.
The pine tree still smells
but the needles are falling.
It's still fall
but winter is coming.
Winter comes to Maui
but I don't feel it.
Winter in New York is my favorite.
Ice skating in the park
and at Rockefeller center.
Windows decorated with fake snow
and electric trains sets
and every kind of red clothing.
Horses wearing coats
and ear muffs
while they pull buggies full of tourists
Tavern On The Green lit up
like a Christmas tree.
Women holding shopping bags
from various stores on fifth avenue.
Scarves covering faces
so eyes shine over runny noses.
Everyone Freezing on the streets
and sweating in the apartments.
I’m here not back home.
At the end of the reading
I looked up seeing her smile,
She was smiling at me.
I was smiling at her.
My arms lifted in the air.
I watched each one come up to the mic
sharing, entertaining, speaking words
they've never said before.
Each truth, each joke, each heartfelt sound
went into my body
and out through my eyes.
And now I see better
than ever before.