Gorilla Hands

Dry cracked gorilla hands.
They look like hers did.

Picking up avocado peels
off of the wet cutting board.

Each nail a different length.

My hands look like her hands.
And I am ashamed.
I am scared.
I miss her.
I hate her.
I hate her hands.

These tiny gorilla hands.
I can barely pick up
these avocado seeds.
Slippery and wet.

Everything slipping through
these fingers.

Daffodils

Those silly daffodils.
They bloom too early.
Spread their yellow smiles
across freeway ramps and
random places in our gardens.

Those silly daffodils.
They're already wilting,
already brown.

They're all dead now.

Stupid silly daffodils.
Too excited
for the Spring.

Daffodils

Those silly daffodils.
They bloom too early.
Spread their yellow smiles
across freeway ramps and
random places in our gardens.

Those silly daffodils.
They're already wilting,
already brown.

They're all dead now.

Stupid silly daffodils.
Too excited
for the Spring.