Dear Finger Monkey
Crawl into my hand, all four inches of you. All 1.4 ounces, climb up my finger. Let green eyes welcome you like the Kirindy Forest of your Madagascar home. You can be my professor, my Dr. Madame Berthe Rakotosamimanana. I will climb bread-leaved trees & find tangled vines for our sleep. Deforestation or not— solitary forager or not— you will not sleep alone. We can huddle, chase, bite, & grab each other while growing impatient for our honeydew larvae sugar snack. Dear finger monkey, let me stroke your exaggerated lower jaw & congratulate your carving perfect holes in bark for safety. I will join you there. Take my jaw & open it: breathe your life into me, so we can no longer be endangered at best.
Ode to Maria Shriver
If only I had known Who you are Who your husband is What family you come from I guess I would have acted Better that afternoon On Wilshire Boulevard At the beauty shop When you demanded A walk-in appointment Me just a twenty-one-year-old Receptionist from Ohio Not used to your style Homeless-grunge-chic Or your attitude Entitled-bitch-sheen I hope you like your cut Considering My manager stepped in To accommodate & remind me that Here in Brentwood We serve the elite Celebrity clientele I didn’t’ realize The richest of the rich Stuff themselves On free salon cookies