Tag: Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson’s Refrigerator

‘Twas the vinegar that tippeth Toward the leftover quiche Oh, lonely empty bottle, recycler boon When sun meets to kiss moon— And mustard, your yellows bold A bit old, but still at play— Mummified lime, plastic lined Awaits blessed water of the fizzy kind—…

Maybe—That—Would Awaken—Them

Song lingers, body shaped by its charms. The instrument, tarnished and scratched, still distinct… Soft metal of depth, built from devotion, a loneliness all know, few embrace. Upon first touch, cold as granite, then melody’s warmth wraps…the air. Strange kind of ether, a wonder…

To Wander

This south wind Brings a warmth Tickling the side Of rhododendrons Waiting for the fluster Of petals who fall The quickest, earliest Sticking to shoes Tracked into the kitchen   “I meant to tell [you] How I longed For just this single time”  …

Sacred Clothing

  Suspenders are oblivious To their importance They hold shit up Panties can only be pink once Bras are too self-involved Gloves never lay a hand on anything Belts are for the buttless Tightening up when uncomfortable Loosening up after a few drinks Jock…

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