I WAS A CLOSET WOMAN (on CD)
PASSING THROUGH EL PASO
(on CD)
THE WIND OF EASY
(on CD)
FIRST MEETING
MY PERSONAL WANTS TO GET PERSONAL WITH YOU
TRANSFORMATION
(on CD)
WHAT'S A BI-CUSPAL WOMAN TO DO?
I JUST NOTICED
ON THE OCCASION OF MY LOVER'S CELIBACY
SHORT-SHORTS
OUR MOTHERS - OURSELVES
THE INTERVIEW
THE WILD MAN OF NINTH AVENUE
(on CD)
MR. L.A.
(on CD)
THE SINGER
(on CD)
SERGI'S SURGERY
(on CD)
ANGEL
*PUSHING FIFTY - AS FAR AWAY FROM ME AS POSSIBLE

*PUSHING FIFTY - AS FAR AWAY FROM ME AS POSSIBLE

Frances says get over it.
The only ones who get to stay young
are the ones who die.
She didn't mention the ones who can afford
to lift their faces, tuck their tummies,
suck out that excess fat beneath
their double chins,
while the rest of us
watch our failing cheeks, protuberant buttocks,
excessive arms,
descend into the trash can.

When I look down at my brown spotted hands
I wonder if Porecelana could just be so kind as to
remove both of them.
When I catch a glimpse of my hulking reflection,
my fubsy thighs, my plummeting visage,
I turn off the lights.

All those cliched observations about gravity,
- turning into our mothers, our fathers,
our first grade old-lady school teachers - (now dead)
they're all true.
That's why they're cliches.

Truth is I'm miserably grateful for every breath
I get to take on this klunky old planet but
shhhhhhhhhhhhh don't
tell anyone
and if I'm turning into a big squishy sagging Choczilla -
well then, like Frances says, get over it.


*Thanks to Nada Heath for the title
(circa 1998)