When the sun dried up the moss, and the sea washed over it,
a thick, pale, green milk pooled into your eyes,
and your olive, tan skin glows, and your wispy hair shines,
and you’re too pretty to be any older than a child,
but you didn’t stay a child long anyways, did you?
And when you grow up fast, do you grow much at all?
You are a cowering six feet tall!
But you’re too bold to remain so shy,Read More »
Whisper words like “virgin” and watch
as images dance through their minds
of white satin gloves,
of innocent deer,
of crystal clear glass.
Write it on my i.d. or social,
but leave it off my nametag, please,Read More »
I’m suddenly disturbed by the awareness that
I’m suddenly feeling unsettled aboutRead More »
You don’t want to lay down, but I won’t let you up, so you arch,
throw yourself, scream, dive, and you hate me,
but I pull you to myself and calm your body down.
You tire out and wake slightly, give me side-eye like you trust me,
as I slide you to your bed as seamlessly as I can,
deep-breathing in your ear until you’re
long-lost. And you sleep long enough to little more than
recover, sit up in your bed and smile, start whining for me.
I say, “Come here,” and you stand between my thighs,
happily rest your head on my leg, and you need me.
I pat your back. Soon you change your head to my stomach.
You’ve forgiven me. Oh, you see your friend has the doll you like,Read More »
There was a little girl I knew, with vibrant, dancing eyes;
A slender, graceful, little girl, with skin pulled taut that shined;
A careful, hopeful, spirited child with hair that flew behind;
A princess in a castle soon locked up, constrained, confined.
…Just trying to understand her land.
Mirror, Mirror, On The Wall,
Are skin-thick walls too strong to fall?
Mirror, Mirror, On The Wall,Read More »
So, anyone notice that I posted two poems today, when I wasn’t supposed to post any? That was an accident. 😛
I definitely did not know those old poem drafts were posting today! But you can thank my nine-years-younger self for the second one… which I deleted, because it needs massive and important work. But I guess I’ll try to get it up next week to satisfy any curiosity and please those who liked it before I noticed and took it down.
(Because no, this poet does not get notifications on her flip phone.)Read More »
My favorite moment?
Likely my worst one,Read More »