next obsessed

the pink truth
             moon
hugefullnow
             hidden

             risen

between Norfolk Pine branches

sprinklers meet heat
at our mozzie swarmed
             feet

widening feeling
before the gates
              shut

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Originally published in the Red Room Poetry Project Sun Herald “Extra” Poems.

The stone of self worth

I thought I was spirit and didn’t matter

A fall and a view both sides
on the ridge of wiped memory

The petals blink in the rain
like a child who cannot hold her hand out for the strap

Asking for naked photos back

You may as well enjoy it
Because of you I don’t want to settle

His words crawled like snails out of his mouth into my pinned ear

I kiss the cold of seeing but not opening

Her body like a flag stuck in his skull
The rose of surgery 

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Originally published in the Red Room Poetry Project Poetry Crimes.