Seventeen Poems in One

“Blessed be this union”Italian culture wasTo divinely merge our fleshWe couldn’t help ourselvesWe showered, then sleptI knew it would be our last night The monsterHas fallen over everythingAnd builds up the younger girls Revenge is healing myself better aloneMeAloneWith someone special: Myself TransmuteYou don’t have to be a good writerTo be a successful one Lucky…

Big Date

She raids her closetFor a long-awaited dateNight out on the townWith someone incredibleSoon she’ll be en routeTo see the Christmas light showShe adorns herselfIn her best accessoriesDressed up to the ninesShe selects items saved forSpecial occasionsLike her favorite gray scarfSparkly stilettosOld Italian charm braceletKarl Lagerfeld purseTo calm her nerves she mixesHer favorite drinkA mug of…

Souper

Every Wednesday night, after church, Jaime and I met at Mimi’s to share a huge bowl of corn chowder. Our parents knew that we were there, together. What my mom didn’t know was that my boyfriend took his break right after Jaime drove away. Two cups corn chowderWashed down with backseat kissesSlow cooked autumn love…

Ruins and Confession (Quadrilles)

Ruins I know I canI think you canSo why can’t weMake it work out?What is wrong withMe, why do IWant it to workSo badly when youDon’t love me back?If you did, wouldI sabotage us anyway? Confession Don’t want to admitThe reason it hurtsIs because I thinkIt’s all my faultWe didn’t work because I kind of…

Quadrille

Another morning of mourningNot only for youBut for this worldI always wonder whatYou would have saidAbout the pandemic, protests,Mass shootings, the war… A large crow caws Know you’re gone foreverBut let me pretend. Brother, how’ve you been? Written for Quadrille #158: Morning by dVerse

Try

“If you’re not a veteran, then how did you get PTSD?”“Are you sure you want to know? It might change your opinion of me.”“Nothing could change my–““No, seriously.”“Let’s sit.” He leads me to the sofa, then pulls me down into his lap. He wraps his arms around me, while I do my best to explain…

Lady Slippers

Lady slipper orchids shiverYoung new hybrids thrive upriverConstruction cranes steal full sunPhotosynthesis stops, stunnedLight no longer deliveredBlooms yearn for life, yet witherLady slipper orchids shiverYoung new hybrids thrive upriver Written for Poetry Form: Octelle by dVerse

Another Quadrille

InsomniDate Night terror wakes me up hypedGuess I’ll get out of bed and write3am, type type typeWill I ever sleep tonight? Dating app, swipe swipe swipeMaybe I’ll find Mister Right?Cute guy wants to meet on SkypeThis upcoming Wednesday night Written for Quadrille #157: What’s Your Type? by dVerse (take 2): write a poem in exactly…