It itches she said.
Of course it itches. Mother responded
Well how can I make it STOP itching she said between scratching.
You can’t honey you are being punished Mother smugly retorted.
You wont make me feel guilty she, turning back, showing shoulder.
He is a very nice boy. Mother mocked her.
He IS a very nice boy. She said with volume.
But he let you roll around and get poison ivy on your ass. The a and double s somehow accentuation, both in harmony.
Mother! She is naive.
You are being punished. Mother says. I shall not petition for your release.
The best time was
when your hand lay on my heart
and you dozed off.
I’m sick of fucking poems.
Poems, and men in dress suits.
Bored so I
check my phone
my brain too slow
what else to know
I check my phone
&curse the clock
&hope for chatter
&hope for a fuck.
It’s quiet and I’m ok with it.
It’s quiet and my brain says what the fuck you want?
Just to not wonder what this is all for
I write down words so maybe I will write down words, on a northeasterly zephyr in lemon sour sky…
no need to ration your poems about poetry and how art is dead in a midnight veil you can’t seem to
make a rhyme count, make the one two punch spiked in only one swing an endless ribbon of a
No more new scars.
Made up of idealism
Thou art so fair when you
circle ’round there, tearing up the
rusty dirt, the soil of good sir mockery
making all things flockery
feather v’s to frosty night.
Just like others, a maiden’s plight
zeros and 1s making history of the messy scene
sorry old concept aged like wine in a fine time
of fright and compromise
cast a crown shadow, crossing the meadow
maiden breath blue frozen air
with the last phrase of winter on good sir’s tongue.
having purchased this and that like a girl with money and
like the world could spin passed chunks of space sighing without the coffee
and my ankle hurts my ankle always hurts as parts of me are rotting right now as I am
got my new mug got carried away as body aches like I’m twice my age I must be because
My smallest problem is forgetting the coffee.
Hmmm. I’m really blessed for