Sleeve
Mind the Gap
Snooze Button
Rioja
Self-Portrait with Lava Lamp
Ingrid Wears Bangs
From the Back of My Mind
Subway Rider
&
Saw You, Want You
Saw you - corner of 8th
and Crescent, asking
a lady in fur for directions.
My mouth went limp when
you called her “ma’am”.
You smiled, and I felt
I might not have to walk
through life carrying this boulder
between my hands. I want
to lie down in your drawl, fall
asleep in the crook of your eyebrow.
I kick myself for wearing
that hippie poncho, for not
having the car to drive you
where you meant to go.
I never did anything
like this before.
I was the 5’5 brunette
carrying a takeout pizza.
The walk signal went green.
I sneezed, and
you blessed me.
3 comments:
Very neat site, Sarah. Enjoyed re-reading some
and discovering the new.
johanna
Congrats! What a great set of poems. And I enjoyed the interview. Jane Eyre, eh?
Love this.
" I want to lie down in your drawl..."
The softness, the comedic side, because desire, love is no always swoony, nor perfectly timed.
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