Poems written between lovers

Grey T-shirt sits down

Whirring fan flicks above our heads

Happy dirty feet

I

was so

sure

The sea plays

Dancing with the ribbons of the pale

Peach sun

The cup overflowing like the

Sky above

She reads the lines on my palm

tree

While I feed her chocolate cherries

glazed in honeysuckle

In Hawaii

On a Monday in

March

He tosses the plate like mangos

Bursting

Open

As if a parachute

Had exploded inside

My chest

Applefarm obligations

Swiftly wrapping around me

Pulled tight by both sides

Horses on either end

Either end on either hand

There are no

More

Apples

The dolphin rises from the orange

Juice factory

And murders the dark

Black clouds

That crossed the bridge

Sweet and salty

Brianna with her Bible blankets

Builds a bench under

The broadway bar

-chapter four of her book,

“Bones Over Bullets”

She sells it for a billion pennies

She drowns a copper cat

She drinks until the sea cows

Leave church

The dogs evade his

Lips mumbling

Like warm peanutbutter sliding

Down toast

Don’t get crumbs

Inside

The jar

Meet me at the

Eunuch fair

Mastectomies are half off

Only one boob

Left on earth

But there is a spider

Inside

The nipple L

The poet

Day by day

Wept for jesus

To touch his penis

Like sandollars

His feet there

Beside him

Bastard bibles under the bed in the building

They read:

“Hallowed be thy ween

Thy funbits cum

Then they will be done

Lord of lords

Heaven’s in hell

Don’t forget to tell

The babysitter, Bell…

I left the money in the bible”

Sometimes I wonder where

The pressue lies

Beneath pavement

Perhaps the devil

Is Ronald mcdonald

Getting a blowjob

Inside the ball pit

His meat and red hair