Martha Cinader

to Throat

to Throat

don’t choke.
spit out Truth.
let in fresh air.

Court of Love

Court of Love

fake futures trading
is legal
but not lovable

Meaning Silence

Meaning Silence

Freedom to fill
the void
with answers,
while imprisoned
in an unspoken lie
hiding in place
without a face.

Court of Love

Court of Love

Judge Jude says:
Don’t be a rude driver.
Obey the rules Fool.
Don’t ride pride over love.
Proceed with care.
All is fair.

Court of Love

Court of Love

we used to play.
now i pay.
you had me caged
in silent rage.
let me count the ways
365 days.
now i smile.
it’s been a little while.

Pants on Fire

Pants on Fire

you told me to leave but won’t let go. like you don’t know
why. you cry. weave a lie.
cuz
you’re not seen being mean.
cuz
you want to stay the same way.

i’m Enough, they say

i’m enough, they say

you almost erased me,
i thought, and it’s a re-run,
i remembered and removed
from my mind to put behind
what can’t be changed,
re-arrange my brain
to be wise, utilize
the something, they say,
i learn each day.
i’m enough, they say

you almost erased me,
i thought, and it’s a re-run,
i remembered and removed
from my mind to put behind
what can’t be changed,
re-arrange my brain
to be wise, utilize
the something, they say,
i learn each day.

to Memory

to Memory

a cat on a roof,
aloof,
a trickster, a hipster
posing at nosing
the proof.

Brain Drain

Brain Drain

i go to bed with
what’s in my head,
walk around all day
while my brain plays;
it rambles like a horse.
it even thinks it’s me,
but it’s not, of course.

to Worry

to Worry

You linger in my gut,
warning me about old news.
You hold onto sh*t
you should release.
Feel free to fly.
Go fertilize some flowers.

To Silence

to Silence

my conversations gossip
in the ladies’ waiting room,
where the timeless door to
participation remains locked,
soundproof, waterproof,
and bulletproof.
you are beyond reproach,
vacationing on my hesitance, reticence
and competence.

to Mind

to mind

You forgot who you work for.
You’ve been running amok.
You wake me with target practice.
You have endless ammunition,
but you don’t like division.
I’m back now; so just do your job
and then take a break, please.

Note to Memory

Note to Memory

i sail your sea,
navigating joy
and misery.
you’re here
but you’re gone,
touching me
and moving on.

Note to Whoever

Note to Whoever

said they want to tap that have at
a first crack of purity surety
and sent that girl down the road
tipping on wobbly heels with
squeals of spinning wheels
shady deals touch feel kneel
swallowing hollow pride
to die of shame
playing by the rules at the mercy of fools
like you
maybe one day you too will rue
the error of your ways and
think of something else to say

Note to Heart

Note to Heart

Mind never rests
she never gets
working learning
sewing an endless seem
she joins us
to this dream

Dear Tummy

Dear Tummy

They weren’t yummy, I know: the words Left Ear and Right Ear fed you all these years, and Brain too, but they weren’t true. You’ve been clenching miles of lies and unanswered whys, throttling feelings that Mouth refused to set free and let things be what they be. I’m sorry. You deserve a vacation. I’m going to have a sweet conversation with Me about it.

Ruminote

Ruminote

thinking is a verb
already spoken word
heard by your heart and gut
leading you to this rut
but you’ve been breathing
weaving, working, wondering
this whole time
writing your own rhyme

Note to Rumination

Note to
Rumination

no satisfaction
from your distraction
a one way street
is just a lie
no need for goodbye

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