Poem of the Week 7/17/2018
A Message from Me and My Care Provider to All the Romeos
Dear broken jar of honey,
I’m writing from the savage sting
reflected in your cracking glass.
lighting up July,
my fireworks are all prescribed.
Dear love-starved wanderer,
I wrote the recipe for your tears.
I made them taste like ocean.
Dear empty room with slashing light,
I’ve got no space for cribs,
no paint for rainbows.
I’m a doctor of remaining.
My bedside manner
burned the beds.
Dear hands-on Casanova,
when you find out what it really means
to walk on air,
you’ll hold me as tightly as I hold you.