I bite the skin on my lips
so bad
I’ve discovered
lip skin
is a lot like sausage casing.
In this darkness
by the campfire glow
of the screen,
there’s a song
I like
on repeat
and some text
I should be reading.
There are some people
I know
or don’t
but love anyway.
Tonight
my stomach
is on fire, burning
off the things I’ve heard,
and seen.
Touching my mouth
absentmindedly I discover,
once again
goddammit,
my lips
are bleeding.
Author Archives: jeniferwills
Kiss Me
Read Me In Nibble
will be publishing two of my pieces in their upcoming issue #4
and one in issue #5.
I urge you to check them out.
They got a good thing goin’.
Each and Every Second of You
The entire reason I’m sitting here
right now at this antique desk
in a darkened room
in front of a glowing screen
in an uncomfortable chair that squeaks
each time I shift
my body to get comfortable,
is simply to say
that if I could do it all over
again, I would enjoy each and every second
of you more and worry about
losing you less.
And the longer I type the more
I wonder why
I would ruin this poem
by saying anything more.
My Needle, My Thread
My needle, my thread.
An ‘e’ here,
a ‘j’ over there,
sown into the line
a ‘p’ or a ‘q’.
Embroidered a rhyme,
mended a thought.
Now where did
I put that verb?
Pricked my finger
on a curse word,
dropped a tangled
thought,
unraveling on the floor!
My needle, my thread
and my words.
it always starts with good intentions
sometimes
talking
to you
is like slamming
my hand
in the silverware
drawer again
and
again
and
again.
Lies Can Only Do the Mile in Twelve Something
He didn’t read it
she tells me.
You’re an idiot.
The ash on her
cigarette has grown
long and she
doesn’t notice
it’s going
to
drop.
Never mind
the ash
or the note.
At thirty-four
I can run
the mile
in ten minutes
and a bit
of loose
change.
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