tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36875422024-03-12T23:49:39.680-05:00Through My Teethwords I push through my tooth, tooth, teeth. Kate Gilmorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14016186684838313156noreply@blogger.comBlogger155125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3687542.post-15658702998918430822012-08-15T22:51:00.001-05:002012-08-15T22:51:47.409-05:00I had that dream again, the dream I hate the most.
You were on an iceberg and I was warm somewhere else.
Okay, I was warm somewhere else, but with someone else, and you weren't even on an iceberg and I wasn't even warm.
Someone else. That's the part I tried to keep quiet but that was hard because when I tried to keep spinning that yarn I couldn't since I left out the only true part, about Kate Gilmorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14016186684838313156noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3687542.post-27320277304907301222012-08-15T12:18:00.001-05:002012-08-15T12:18:47.143-05:00Going on a date with my man
and as I close the door behind me
what catches my eyes in front of me
is a beautiful orange butterfly
moving up and down the
trampoline over the fence with the net.
Less up and down, bouncing is for kids,
up and against.
Look at that butterfly honey, it's trapped,
fixing my eyes on the wings,
my feet planted on the step.
My man, elongating my arm as I stick Kate Gilmorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14016186684838313156noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3687542.post-70455398524739733602010-04-16T23:26:00.002-05:002010-04-16T23:27:28.898-05:00Kyle Gilmore and I are engaged!Kate Gilmorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14016186684838313156noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3687542.post-73813118545650523562009-09-09T00:55:00.003-05:002009-09-09T02:38:28.969-05:00Looking Forward ToA butterfly landed on my arm,maybe looking to pollenate me withthe freshness on its wings. Itsonly success was that it left behindsomething that resembled freckleson my skin. I have alwaysenvied those dark marks on thehandsome boys that sit on benchesnearby, the sweet guys who cutacross the grass lawn gettingdusted by the sun where their rolledup pants and deep neck shirts Kate Gilmorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14016186684838313156noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3687542.post-6134296773405043472009-08-11T00:58:00.007-05:002009-08-11T20:13:25.839-05:00Signed Over the Bumper StickersI sold the bus today.I can’t decide if it’s good to have ripped off the bandaid,or if I needed more time for a real goodbye. Who did you sell it to? I always imagined it would be someone really ignorant, or some guy who knew what to expect to fix. Which was he?Neither, just some guy who knew he wanted a Kate Gilmorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14016186684838313156noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3687542.post-86459068969518763552009-06-22T00:57:00.006-05:002009-06-22T01:52:11.352-05:00we played a game at our summer solstice party. each poem had two contributers. one person wrote out four words (or so), spaced them out over four lines, and drew a box around it to make the margins. the second person, the poem writer, had to start on the left margin and use the words the already written words as they fell on the page and into their new lines. the bolded words are the ones writtenKate Gilmorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14016186684838313156noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3687542.post-72719484576705304282009-06-16T18:51:00.003-05:002015-09-23T11:22:13.365-05:00Woman Prophet, ProphetessGive me a bite of that thought,I'd like to grab on for a while. But you've got to put down that daffodil, girl. Put down your flower to stomp with these boys, &Kate Gilmorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14016186684838313156noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3687542.post-53066827291620806352009-06-09T03:19:00.001-05:002009-06-09T03:19:32.197-05:00http://gaylord.ou.edu/poetscorner/test/thompson.htmlKate Gilmorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14016186684838313156noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3687542.post-12240646717512025142009-06-06T04:11:00.006-05:002009-11-10T22:26:30.004-06:00Taken For a RideYou’ve got some pretty legsbut you don’t have to move them for me. JP takes his spot against the wall after bumping into my chair, and locks his wheelchair in place, brake, brake. Ain’t goin’ nowhere now.Is anyone eating this bread?The birds will love this,hungry little Kate Gilmorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14016186684838313156noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3687542.post-26862284786928242542009-06-06T04:10:00.001-05:002009-06-06T04:10:54.014-05:00Cracker Jack Ring FingerI pawned my tick-tock-stopped watch for some quick petty cash.I’ve got want but lack to please you. More want, less lack nowwith the change from my own wrist.I want to buy you a ring,or some swinging pendantto fit on your rib cage of a jewelry box,clavicle lid lock clasp a string of young girl pearl.I want to find you a dress,or some rich mess of garmentto pin up over yourKate Gilmorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14016186684838313156noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3687542.post-91886827760653637832009-06-06T04:07:00.002-05:002009-06-06T04:10:33.769-05:00Deal maker, deal breaker. Glowing in the darkis a deal maker.I could handle it if he howledlike a wolf when he opened his mouth to laugh.Screaming in the shower is another maker,mostly since it’s not a breaker.Since it’s a hypothetical situation,I suppose I could love a manwho squats only and refuses chairs,or grows facial hair in quarter inch stripsCarrying eggs in his front pocketsis a Kate Gilmorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14016186684838313156noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3687542.post-16952799158347084462009-06-06T04:05:00.000-05:002009-06-06T04:06:18.172-05:00Keep the Suitcase Open Mama needed a weekend. She left lasagna in the oven, instructions on the counter, and departing words on the doorstep. Mama needed a day without pearls. She packed only two outfits for her trip and took quiet pleasure in the wrinkles and creases. She wouldn't touch an iron for a while. Mama needed to wake up one morning without the boys. She drove quietly with the windows Kate Gilmorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14016186684838313156noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3687542.post-77716395762839920422009-04-13T22:53:00.002-05:002009-04-13T22:57:27.895-05:00Elementary In the second grade we made buttonsin the school library after recess.Our teacher intendedfor us to scrawl with Crayolassome V seagull soaring high,so she’d know we had dreams to succeed.Looking back on it,this is what I’d presume about her.My button was a call hometo momma, me in tears, teacher in tears.Next to a daisy, “God is Science!”Far too challenging for my peers,how is someone Kate Gilmorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14016186684838313156noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3687542.post-68363403723931333772009-04-06T23:31:00.000-05:002009-04-06T23:32:25.746-05:00Redwood Tree is Written Sequoia Sempervirens in CursiveI crawled like a mole beneath the needles.My fingers clawing through moist soil,my hair catching on roots as big as arms,my shoulders speckled with dirt where most girls likely have freckles.I heard twenty times from your mouth,at least, that you wanted to climb that tall tree.I am Atlas on my tip toes pushing the weight that feels like it Kate Gilmorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14016186684838313156noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3687542.post-48221683517098912302009-04-06T12:50:00.003-05:002015-09-23T11:24:45.057-05:00Even That Little Bird
Coffee Shop, VENTURA, CA. Saint Patrick's Day morning.
One way conversation, but directed at Laura, Alex and me.Woman, mid 40's, zebra print pants with the fly broken, sunburned face, big hips, yellow lipsfrom sucking yellow lolipop.
They say I'm crazy.
And I say "Damn right! That's why I take these pills!"
Everybody's got a key.
The neighbor's got a key
in case of a fireKate Gilmorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14016186684838313156noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3687542.post-24470810090696401572009-02-02T10:01:00.006-06:002009-06-06T04:02:43.519-05:00We Woke Up ParchedThis marks a day of change.change of day, pants on two legs ata time, right side of the bedI made to lie on and onward and upward and upup up on your feet little darling eyes opened!Follow the pound of my voice drum Kate Gilmorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14016186684838313156noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3687542.post-70725943170100598082008-05-19T21:47:00.002-05:002008-05-19T21:55:55.056-05:00In girlhood I would waketo feel the sun upon my cheeka rosy blushI only thoughtwould come to rush when the bath ran too hot.Kate Gilmorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14016186684838313156noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3687542.post-37558347016912951132008-05-17T21:34:00.006-05:002009-06-06T04:07:07.951-05:00Stallingripe fruit fall fast parch red groundbend slow tips reach knees low boundpearl hair old back late crisp grassrot pear old bones wait not foundKate Gilmorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14016186684838313156noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3687542.post-41903478354739765752008-02-12T13:21:00.002-06:002008-05-17T21:48:46.010-05:00WillingI will swallow you, Jonah.You will find yourself in the pit of my bellyand you will be closer to me.I will feel the pressure of your hands,the undecided steps of your feet.Hum my favorite notes, force them deep in my ribs,and you will know my song.I will feel you stir until you are weary,the still weight of your frame given in to rest. Open my jaws wideguide the small rays into my stomach,Kate Gilmorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14016186684838313156noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3687542.post-77170417743190350462007-12-28T13:29:00.008-06:002009-01-07T16:45:20.086-06:00Master of Foxhoundssomething punched my ankle and bit my heel while stripping the shoe and sock from my toes.the bottom half of my leg trunksare naked, and something, THAT THING,has buried itself in my digits. that hastylittle eager little arrowhead (hidden for one &Kate Gilmorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14016186684838313156noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3687542.post-79226865443710955962007-12-15T18:01:00.000-06:002007-12-15T18:02:18.008-06:00Dark RoastThe taste of that darkness knocked me back into my chair.My tongue fought against the backs of my stained teeth,struggling to break from the prisonof my jaw, so rigid.Even the strongest muscle,which my body has preparedfor these very battles,is crippled by the bitter sip of espresso. No one warned methat this small ounceof mature flavoris aptly named a shot.A shot through my palate,onceKate Gilmorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14016186684838313156noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3687542.post-51386248966500140222007-10-03T02:31:00.002-05:002008-05-22T07:34:25.596-05:00So I brought it here to you.I pull my knee downlike a mountainbelow the seaand these tiny cloudsare a crownaround the spacethe waters poolon the shoremy stomachlike a tide drawnhigh and outby breaththat motion coming and goingleaves a mark on the rocks,woven lines on my fingersfrom warmth of frictiondrops of watermake the fields of grassestumble down thesloping hillsmy shouldersmy hairthis hot Kate Gilmorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14016186684838313156noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3687542.post-60518533869816651612007-09-25T21:04:00.000-05:002007-09-25T21:05:23.458-05:00TurnThere is a hint of frustration in the airon this burnt orange day,which is technically, by the calendar, fall.With my eyes closed and my feet stepping forwardI anticipate the crunching of leaves,but find June bugs beneath my shoe instead. I don’t know why complaints are our songs insteadof celebrations that the warmer airhas allowed our trees to keep their leaveswith green for at least a Kate Gilmorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14016186684838313156noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3687542.post-45775115456528286852007-09-17T21:43:00.000-05:002007-09-17T21:44:28.751-05:00Night LightThe sun brings out a certain quality in you.Your eyes seem brighter, your laugh sounds lighter,but the shade shows me something more true.I notice the shadows hugging the linesthat make you look more like your age.Don’t call them wrinklesbecause I put them there!I brought those smiles to your face.I love how romantic and tender you get.The glances you steal have a charming appealwhen Kate Gilmorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14016186684838313156noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3687542.post-57354637343837899812007-09-11T21:18:00.000-05:002007-09-11T21:20:57.712-05:00Feast Your EyesI just can’t waitto taste this dish.Oh,there’s such beauty in this room.Did you set out flowers,or is that just your perfume?Your apron must have come undone! Please, let me assist.It’s hard to tie, so sorry if I linger on your hips. You’ve got flour in your hair and some sugar on your lips,but perhaps you wouldn’t mind if I removed that with a kiss.I hope you don’t Kate Gilmorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14016186684838313156noreply@blogger.com1