Showing posts with label poem 29. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poem 29. Show all posts

Sunday, January 31, 2016

It's me.

For your white dress, 
I need a pink slip.

because winter has turned into summer
and spring into fall.

because it no longer crackles like fireworks
but sits soggy in the cavity of my mouth.

I'm expired milk.

Saturday, January 30, 2016

Body Watch

This is the window I'm working in
I shifted the first part back
Now I'm working on the second
Give us this day
our daily fog
give me mine by 11