Poems from CH
I chew on these words until they're gray
And tasteless
Pebbles between my stained teeth
Debris on my tongue
I roll them around to feel...
The soft underbelly of newborn crustaceans
was it?
Or the impressionable innards of seaside mollusks
how about?
Skittering horseshoe...
Lost lasting happiness with
A quick stroke of evil
It's easy to recall
That willowy September night
A screaming match
Haplessly lit...
Your grasp slips wetly
Rope fraying beneath your nails
My own scrabble matters not
In the face of your hopelessness
Love
you love me
yet...
Mirror mirror show me the woman
Of the womb that birthed me
Nurtured me and sheltered me
Mirror mirror find me the woman
Of the blood...