Squeeze. Release. .
Juice runs through your fingers.
Light in the kaleidoscope on the
Insides of your eyelids tightly closed.
Body scent of Beloved drawn in
Held. Held. Dizzy.
Held. Released.
-M.
There Is Something Just So Good About Wet Hair
After the shower fruity
Shampoo smell released
Ascending from a turban unfurled
The Holy Spirit you kept
Under your hat.
-M.
We Knew This All Along
Exotic medicine sells
Books better than juiced
Our mythology and
We knew this all along.
-M.
Almost Ecstasy (haiku)
Fresh box of 12 bold
pens. If only they smelled like
brand new Crayolas.
-M.
An Empty House
Windows with closed mouths
Wallpaper scrubbed clean
An antique porcelain tub
Where no one drowned
An unfinished basement
Where no one clawed and cried
No horrors under the floorboards
No broken furniture to remember
No shadows in the closets
No starvation in the dining room
Unused door locks
Original doors
Gently closed
-M.
Poetry Topics Best Served Cold
A smorgasbord of inspiration
Laid on the table—trauma
The bitter bean salad
No one will touch and
The cook would sooner
Abandon her Tupperware
Than admit she’s the one
Who brought the bitter beans
To the funerary feast.
-M.
Something More Like Sway
We were meant to dance
I think
This is how the, Push me.
Push me. love rounds
Into something more like sway
With the long ache and
Hold me up
Hold me up.
-M.
I Am Unconflicted Loving You by Bread
From my left hand broken
Though my body is whole
You know it with yours
Raw honey from my ring finger
To your neck that velvet
Spot below your ear
Milk and marble cake from
My mouth on your birthday
And on mine.
-M.
Every Woman Look Here (found poetry: haiku)
Upright love with young
Women only mesh sex vid-
Eo sex photos…
-M.
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Soon Is a Dirty Word
You’ve said soon
A thousand times it doesn’t
Make me miss you any less
It doesn’t manifest in ether The smell of you either I miss
That scent like flowers
But manly in a way
That makes me laugh stop
Making me laugh I seriously I do
Miss you
I want to say
Your tender touch but I
Don’t want to sound stupid and
I want to say your rough touches too
But I’m too mad to be
Dirty with you
Right now anyway the way
You put a dob of
Cream cheese frosting on
The tip of my nose that time and
Licked it off I hated that
My nose smelled like spit
For what seemed like weeks it
Wasn’t funny to anyone but you
I miss that too.
-M.
