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-M.
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Every Woman Look Here (found poetry: haiku)
Tag: Poetry
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.
Is a Lie
If you tell the truth
Knowing
No one will believe you
Thereby
Intentionally obscuring
The truth
Did you lie?
Is a lie a lie or
Does a lie have lie-ness?
Is truth on the lips
But a lie in your heart
Merely
A lie that can’t commit?
If the root is a lie
But the tree is true
Where do the limbs lie?
Is it the letter of the lie
Or the spirit?
Lie with me, Spirit–letter
Lips and limbs.
-M.
Open
If you ask for blessing
With both fists clenched
Where does your lover
Lay the present
And how do you
Unwrap it?
-M.
All Dizzy Things
The Star is the center. All
Things revolve around it—the
Room, dimly lit—the flashing
Optics—gilded mirrors that
Turn on time—doors pulling
Themselves open and closed—
Gears, wheels, sprockets,
Springs—gods, humanity—
All dizzy things.
-M.
21 Syllable Poem for My Love on His Birthday
Lucky lucky
lucky lucky
Lucky lucky
lucky lucky
Lucky
lucky
Me
-M.
Silent as Dogwood Snow
Dogwood snow in blue
Efficiency light, midnight
Red earth, grass, shadows
Receive the floral frost
I lie in blue efficiency
Light, midnight
In green satin pajamas on
Green, Spring grass
Shade trees hide the
Moonlight. Starlight too
Does not touch Earth
Here. Only my bare feet
My bare fingers, my
White light hair tangled
In green, Spring grass
And falling dogwood snow.
My bare feet bleed
This night, like so many nights
Having fled and found jagged
Gray rocks hidden in the grass
I have fallen here
My flight this night will be
Unsuccessful. He will find me
Anyway though I am green
In the green grass
White in the blue light
Red blood on red earth
Silent as dogwood snow.
-M.
I’m Kind of Having a Poetry Crisis You Guys
It’s like noticing your boobs
Are shaped differently than all
The other girls’ boobs. Or their
Boobs are shaped differently
Than yours.
Is that good?
You shouldn’t need a boy to
Tell you, but you really kind of
Want a boy to tell you, and
You really kind of only want
Him to be honest if the news
Is good.
-M.
Haiku to a Vase
Pronounced to rhyme with
Base. I’m not that fancy. The
Bright flowers are fake.
-M.
I Dreamed of Sacred Orange Trees Last Night and Want to Make More of It than It Is
Squeezing for juice the
Oranges of the gods sounds
Like a holy testicle trap
A love so large
Deity by the balls
Happens. Praise the gods
And pass the juice glass.
Mercy is a soft hand and
Goes both ways.
-M.
M. N. Ashley 