Been writing again... uh oh.
Ask Me
I want to open
up my skin for you
show you where
my bones connect firm
muscles to my tissues
wet with tears,
the messy heart
that beats and breaks
unschooled,
the capillaries
where my dreams
run swiftly
hot and cold,
the wilderness
of my strange roots
all tangling, pulling
your loose thoughts
to braid them tightly,
tightly to my own.
This poem got published in Adelaide Lit Magazine, May 2018!
Poem from One Knee
Danced with all
the dancing men
but I can’t turn
with your left hand
on my left hip
and your right pinning
my right arm
sweet sad-singing
soulful songs
into my helpless ear…
been locked down
all week long
while you work me
you pretending
you’re not even here.
Ask Me
I want to open
up my skin for you
show you where
my bones connect firm
muscles to my tissues
wet with tears,
the messy heart
that beats and breaks
unschooled,
the capillaries
where my dreams
run swiftly
hot and cold,
the wilderness
of my strange roots
all tangling, pulling
your loose thoughts
to braid them tightly,
tightly to my own.
This poem got published in Adelaide Lit Magazine, May 2018!
Poem from One Knee
Danced with all
the dancing men
but I can’t turn
with your left hand
on my left hip
and your right pinning
my right arm
sweet sad-singing
soulful songs
into my helpless ear…
been locked down
all week long
while you work me
you pretending
you’re not even here.
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