tell yourself stop hunching over your backyard pond, - Yael Levy An aside: I really do not like poetry but this girl seems to just be ridiculously good at it. A+ bravo would buy from again.
ribs stark as a stray cat’s, dropping
lit matches on the algal scum.
steam is rising out front on the driveway.
please, a blue jay on the rotten fence
is squawking at your sad attempts.
let’s go back inside, okay, i’ll gladly
drink acid coffee out of green glasses
snuff candles with damp fingertips,
squash spiders in paper napkins,
stop licking the copper crack in my lip,
let you say terrible things about my body.
i don’t want to know anymore but
i’ll let you, come on, tell me that story
about how fire eats everything, but a flame
trapped in a jar will go out, and wax will
melt away until you have nothing at all.
