Quarantine day twenty-nineThe sky is sparkling blueI promise you I’m not fineJust figuring out what to do Taking long car rides just for funHoping not to run out of gasAs the kids try to follow the sunThey absorb all that pass The sun’s starting to go downAs we travel back homeAbby reveals about the townWhile… Continue reading Smiles
Category: Poetry
Virtual Learning
Vinny’s over-sized black sweatpantsCuddle around my unshaved legs. Double XL Middletown North Wrestling SweatshirtDrape my size-eight body. Acrylic white Dunkin Donuts tumblerFilled with grape juice--not wine. Box of Thin Mints.My pint of coffee Häagen-Dazs. Logging into Google ClassroomPlease don’t let the WiFi fail. Position the camera so I don’t look fat,“Can you hear me?”
This Will Be Our Little Secret
This will be our little secretCan I stay silent? I’m threeNever be able to wear that outfit Wanted to speak, butNo one would believe meThis will be our little secret Pushed on a rusty nail一deep cutTrying so hard to break freeNever be able to wear that outfit Tried to yell一pull out a bulletSomething’s not right… Continue reading This Will Be Our Little Secret
A Time When the Sun Would Glorify
A time when the sun would glorifyLife had a loud heartbeatPlease don’t let me die Its warmth filled the skyMy reflection gave off heatA time when the sun would glorify Debating whether to say goodbye“How much for your master suite?”Please don’t let me die Darkness takes over, wondering whyContemplating on the final tweetA time when… Continue reading A Time When the Sun Would Glorify
Brushing Abby’s Knotty Hair
Long day I don’t remember.4X4 bathroom.I’m helping my Abby brushHer brown hairーso knotty.I’m trying not to hurt her. Ripped seventies wallpaper,Blue daisies on yellow.Odor of Johnson & Johnson shampoo.Flickering light bulb.I’m strangling. Abby pulling away from me,“OW MOM, STOP HURTING ME!”That Monster enters theClaustrophobic bathroom--Everything turns red. Numbness, my broken self.Help me! Let me go!I… Continue reading Brushing Abby’s Knotty Hair
Eyelids
In the middle of a lesson, My heartbeat beat, beat, beats. Pop another white anxiety pill. Suck on my blue Aquafina bottle Then I’m driving south, On the Garden State Parkway Left lane. 80 mph. Please No cops. I swerve toward the guard rail. My eyelids heavy, blink. Just one little blink. Black.
Detour
The full moonBrightens my wayAs I detour downthe country roadCrisp air, howling windMy silver ElantraGlides me towardsWhat I sadly call home.
Locker Room
Ice from the locker fills my back As the lock digs into my spine. Your soft hands outline my body Searching for my bra latch. Your emerald eyes Catch the fluorescent lights. Your sweet sweat fills my nose As your pupils widen Your tongue wets your lips. That sweet waltz Don’t stop.
May 3, 2012
Sandy Hook BeachWill forever be your home.Shell-filled dirty sandRuns between your toesReclining in your blue Costco lawn chair,Grasping an ice-cold CoronaIn your left hand,Extending your rightTowards the vacant chairWaiting for your Dear.
Sad Boobs
Mother of two gorgeous creaturesLatch onto my chest,Dawn to dusk sucking Dried up.Overstretched skin hanginginches lower. Light purple stretch markstrace my milk chocolate areolasDaydreaming―when will they be full?
Emily Morris 