3.

connecticut soil is made of rocks.

when we used to dig to make way for the tomatoes,

we built ourselves castles from the rocks.

granite ontop of granite

for peaks and glory and i am the princess.

i am the glory girl.

there were even enough left

over to build the hedge which came

right before the moat

and the draw bridge that

is only let down after a

collection of magic words

spun together is said with his eyes.

they used to call me repunzel.

the used to comment on my hair

blonde and long and strong

and wonder who might climb

up that braid

and crawl over the crown of my head

and up and down the mountains

and valleys of my ear

and into its drum

and suddenly inside.

they used to wonder who might have the strength.

2.

(a poem a day

becomes not quite a poem a day

when there are no poems

running through the day.)

1.

i hope-

i hope that you meant it.

i hope that you meant it when

you said that you forget -

when you said that the east and west

could not touch

and neither could your heart and my dust.

i am covered in dust.

i am covered in sin-dust like layers

of skin-dust scratching off with my fingernails.

i am itchy.

i am itchy from sin

get me out of this winter

get me out of this easy

get me out of this body that's covered in skin-dust

that so easily knows where to go and how to find it.

i hate it.

bathe me.

send me into the ocean

and sink me under

and pull me out and

clean me.

use oil and rose hip and

consecrate me.

i hope.

i hope that you meant it.

i hope that you still mean it,

that you still want me,

that you still mean it when you said

are faithful.