My work:
Patheos,
The Job, The Space Between Us, Green,
The Unlikely Bounty, Straight Love, The Heart Factory, The Half Paper Moon, I am Bexley and Atonement by JMS Books
Silent Bites by Eukalypto
a man mops the floor. He pours the syrup on her. Her tears stain the floor.
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets
maybe it feels like a breath of fresh air when you get away from the blows of an icy, angry hold Like a prison sentence of judgment without a crime,
you’re lucky I like blondes, man You’re getting on my damn nerves You like to dip my fries in your shake I don’t like soggy fries
I now know why I feel pressure Building up All These years And my need to steal my dad’s dirty magazines and his button up tops
my darling Big Eyes. My darling Moon eyes. Didn’t you once pronounce your attraction and elevated affection toward me, or twice?
so stupid to think I could win you, cold wind cuts Teeth chatter, long holds
rebroadcast V-Day: Blushing flowers bent, burnt sun Your vase was not mine.
Free little bird, Golden wings Milky Way swirls, your big brown eyes. I wish you the best day today, and everyday as well,
I love your pasta, Fate lasts forever in red, Tastes like love, married
she painted her lips Around his bruised hips, leap-frog Their hearts, a leap-year
Tired: define new- A new form of tired waves, lingers, your stale kiss
choking, ghosts in glass Walls closing in, crush years like A trash compactor
