Funny

It’s funny that when people discuss their possessions, they often call them by their brand name. My iPhone, my Nike’s, my Michael Kors, my Benz and on and on. However, when people refer to the people with whom they are in a relationship, oftentimes, the person loses the specificity of their name. My boyfriend. My husband. My wife. My girlfriend. The conversations I’m referring to are not with strangers who don’t really know the person but the conversations with those who already know that there is someone.

And yet.

They are never.

Named.

Poem: Questions

This is a poem that I wrote around 2001 or 2002.  If only these questions were relevant for that time period only…

Questions

When I look at you I can see through the toughness to the pain
But when you look at me do you even see the same?

Do you see the me that I am in all of my unique glory?
Or do you see a re-run of your past, “same game, same story”?

Even a blind man can see how much love I have for you
Now, are you waiting for the mute man to shout and tell you what to do?

If I were a cat and had more than one life
Which would you love me in – the first or the ninth?

When you lie alone in bed at night and toss and turn
Is it me, or just someone to fill in the blank, for which you yearn?

When I sit and think of love, I think of you
When you think of love, do you think of me too?