Poems from trivry
you wanted to see my room
you burned
so sweetly underneath
you sat like fallen leaves
laid bare
the trees outside my door
you knelt
a...
A rose-hipped girl with legs closed tight
Sits staunching an ochre river.
She’s sure of a weeping snake with teeth
Red sunk into her belly...
Mom always writes in uppercase
I watch her in repose,
The phone in the nape of her neck still sighing
Like a helpless long-necked rose....