Vacancy

I have space
for you.
There are limits,
of course.
But they were not set
by me.
He made me in
His image.
Only He knows
my ceiling
and floor.
This heart has many chambers
some unused
some still bruised
some occupied with
the past.
But there is room
for you.
I saved my very best
amenities:
soft cotton sheets
seaside views
a hundred-twenty channels
mini soaps and shampoos.
Do not wonder
at the loneliness;
The walls hold more
than emptiness.
The space can be filled--
It is not without warmth--
There is vacancy.
It is reaching for you.
The neon lights flicker
like lightning bugs in summer
lighting the way
to your home
within me.

Laughter Through Tears

I am laughing
belly bursting
eyes brimming over
with tears.
the shock and sadness
overpowered
by the delicious humor
that makes humans so
very
ridiculous.
i am an idiot
a fool
a jester.
i sit among
feelings,
for once
not attempting to give them
a name.
oh, fools we mortals be.
so pardon me
as i lose it:
laughing
giggling
snorting
chortling
cackling.
Sometimes
i am even too
ridiculous
for myself.

Dear MTA Transportation,

Waiting
for the train
i need a Local.
All Express.
keep whizzing by me
one
two
three trains
whoosh.
Twelve hours working
on feet
smiling
pleasantly pissed off.
head pounding.
i need. a Local.
train.
The annnouncer lady's voice
perfectly poised
mechanical
maniacal
introduces an on-coming
train.
"Ladies and Gentlemen,"-
oh thank God.
"the next train is arriving"-
finally.
"on the"-
yes?
"express. track."
...f*ck you, MTA.