Doo Wop

sing me on street corners under glowing lampposts, harmonizing vocals, black, white, race is no matter, sweet sound knows no color. sing me in philly, in brooklyn, in baltimore, i am your love, your longing, your heartbreak and your joy. a cappella, alive on 45’s and chevy stereos, cruising, because there’s a moon out tonight and life could be a dream. never-ending youth, ephemeral song. doo wop has died, but the music lives on.

when i used to dance

joy of not knowing which hip would move next, right, right, left, or invisible hula hoop, my whole waist doing circles, and the music, weezer, sia, or nelly, always while doing dishes, distraction, chore not a chore, but now no more, cue the sad music, mazzy star or the equivalent, daniel don’t dance, vertebrae can’t play with spontaneity

Dog Wisdom

some nights it
seems that our
dog ingrid has
it all figured
out, she understands
love and closeness
when to drink

water, and when
to sleep, she
doesn’t stay up
late on her
phone wondering about
the world, no
she lives in

minutes of joy
running, licking, waiting
for someone to
drop food on
the floor, this
has been said
before, but always

good to remember
that we are
animals too, and
it can all
be much more
simple, if we
let it be