Poems from Gloria Bates
For me,
Words are
The rounds
In the only gun that I’m allowed to own
Or yellow bricks
The only ones I’m allowed to throw.
I rip them out...
Palms pressed flat onto the
Stomach of the sea
Humming under your hands,Brimming between your fingers.Clouds roiling in her cheeks,Red and...
Sitting on this Ferris wheel with you,
A leaf slapped me in the face.
And I was thinking, it was painted in the same hue as your eyes--...
In the gallant spirit of spring cleaning,
I took roll call today.
Sliding back closet doors,
Some clacked their jaws like cassette tapes...
I think God dipped me in coffee just before I was born.
I'm addictive, warm, and have undulating waves of energy..
Or I'm bitter, sharp,...