jude cullup Poems

there he is again
that man
standing at my window
he looks almost
...

as the boy and the girl ran out
from their station wagon,
the beach was happy.
it was happy to have their small footprints upon it,
...

my mother named me
after the song
then left me
here alone
...

i wonder along in the jungle grass.
insects tickle my palms.
here you laugh
and i'm certain i'll scare you.
...

i remember grown men
telling tales
around an open fire.
they told me not to stay up late.
...

my heart grows colder
every beat.
in love with
how you used to be.
...

in her youngest days
she carried me
like a heavy burden.
a knife in her lower back.
...

do not stand at my grave
and weep
i am not there
i do not sleep
...

oh look
a glimpse of thigh
as her legs cross
young girls
...