Belated Birthdays

10/19/14

perilous lives of uncles and aunts, 
glowing neon nostalgia, 
curvaceous and mean. 
they must go… 
good god, we all must, 
as the sno cone melts, 
Cornelio sputters
about there was a time,
and my narcoti-sized mind wades in the words and his breath.
We settle, 
nest 
within these tentacled sheets
where burglar bars threaten to burn us alive.
 my little girl struts in her mother’s shoes, 
and I pray she breaks every little heart that comes her way.  
mid-life with children. 
distance and death, 
promise of life,
fully baked 
angel food box cake, 
3 candles short
11 days late