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My first poetry chapbook Blue Rebecca is available now.
Featured poems:
AMELIA
She's run out of things to live for.
Teacups and shoes,
a hint of collarbone
through his shirt.
All day, the taste of longing
in her mouth.
Waiting for him to pass,
to giggle hot like a schoolgirl.
By midnight the world's diminished
to lights caressing the tollway.
Signposts that sing of a desperate paradise,
his cologne scraping the car's interior.
How she yearns in places
her body cannot reach.
Desire crackling the dash,
slicing the night like a scar.
The skyline sutured and frayed,
his textbook she drowned at the lake.
How every moon on a bracelet
corresponds with a bruise.
(Originally appeared in Lily Literary Magazine.)
MINERVA
She is
the book falling open to November,
sweet hidden wickedness of rhododendron,
her mouth a tuberose, pale.
Sucking.
She swells upon the eaves.
They touch at her thighs
to feel the texture of acrylics,
something frail, transitory,
beautiful.
She walks the beach in August,
sudden music out of nowhere,
houseflies and hypodermics,
the shadows that rustle
behind shower curtains.
Her need to be compelling is painful,
something purple and waxen,
a delicate blush.
Still, she writes the way
her body should look,
provocative, breathless,
stirring agony in its wake.
(Originally appeared in The Pedestal Magazine.)
TRYST
He meets her the way
her father would.
In darkness, edges blurred,
not quite real.
Her hands fidget hot
at the sides of her dress,
those swollen cremations
of cakes, thighs, moonlight.
If only his face
held a sex, she thinks,
she might impale herself
upon it, content.
The splintering of silk
occurs when she´s turned away.
Later, at the barge, she senses
the quiet tang of the wind,
the boats that linger
disjointed at their ropes,
aching for shores
without syllables
as if Time were a portrait
eternally out of focus.
(Originally appeared in The Pedestal Magazine.)
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