Ilsa Seeks Rick

Words from the Woman in the Red Dress

I was published!

My Poem “The Best Place Not To See Paris” was published as part of the HIV Here and Now project. Go Check it out:

“Who Are?”

Is it still- no,
Is that just rain still falling?
You know, dripping from the trees

Yeah it is,
it’s just
what is left.

They look like they think
it’s spring. You know?
Like they are just blooming.
It’s pretty. The light really.
I mean. I hate to tell them.

Is it fall already?

Not until September-
twenty first or twenty second?

They’re just setting their watch by it.



Mistaking the Ichor for Honey

Chance encounters with old shadows.

Your wander
Loves the cobblestones
Breaks the hearts
of street signs
Forgets her glasses at home.

Where you been
hiding’ love?
Who you been
Keepin’ your secrets from?

You look good.
Reminds me
I was thinking ‘bout the moon
I should call her up.

That crazy thing
Dancing through her walk home
My, she use to stop it.
Time, that is
We used to make the clocks moan.

We used to make the clocks moan.

You know, You were the only one.

I miss you. 
I wish I were there with you. 
I keep meaning to write, 

The other Monday I burst into 
A run sprint of writing,
Spent all my words in twenty minutes. 
I have been in recovery since. 
Too much distance from my muses,
It makes it hard to write anything. 
Let alone something worthwhile. 

I have your gift in my apartment
Every day I toy with it,
The cost of plane tickets
Hand delivering.

By the time you receive it, 
it will smell like me. 
Like vanilla 
 and poetry. 

You know, 
You were the only one 
Night stand I’ve ever had.
You know, 
You were the only one.

We remained in contact. 
Which maybe makes it less of that
One-night nonsense. 
In fact.
This all began on the idea 
That I am a terrible person 
Who didn’t mind your beautiful girlfriend. 
Well , I wasn’t sure. 
It just seems so.