corporal cookie
at home cookies
are baking, or sitting on
a cooling tray. today,
destined to be yesterday-
‘s successor, smooth and sound
like warm milk on Sunday
milk wins, and
cookies crumble
under her smooth aqueous
embrace, sitting, together
untouched by yesterday’s
miseries. too cool to care.
now, long cooled
and free of milk, the
goodies, yesterday’s
cookies, are found in
the pantry, cased in
mother’s smooth Tupperware.
I too thought I was smooth and
something of a cool kat
sitting across from her—across the sea—in
that milk white bra, staring
at her cookies like I could taste them.
but that was yesterday.
i can’t say every yesterday
was smooth skies and soft
cookies for the taking, most are spent wanting
haunting memories of a cool
cat sipping milk, care
free sitting on the porch
instead, sitting in my living
room is yesterday’s friend filling
these boxy walls with his milky
ghost, against the window, the smooth
blue hue of a cool dawn
smelling of rain, and wanting——needing——
cookies