Women of Vegas: One Night Stand


Your eyes, dancing. Sight
seeing, entrancing. Alight
with the night, and lies.


Red Mittens


Bring your air
into the house
with your bright cheeks.

Burst in with your day
smelling of wool and school
sparkling with sun and snow.

Banish my stale worry
the weary weight
of my winter.

Brush my cheek with your lips
and tell me of snowflakes
on red mittens.