Poems from JackieMarie
I never noticed Johnny before,
nothing other than his greasy hair
and eyes tainted like purple bruises.
It’s strange how small he seemed
at...
Mat gives me flowers
and I get butterflies.
He holds my hand like
he’ll never let me go.
His eyes say
I am his.
Mat gives me bruises
and I...
I’ve got no name
except the street I stand on,
I’m a woman who knows her worth
at fifty dollars an hour.
I know rocks don’t go on fingers,...
I’ve got greater ambitions
than these four walls
and the winding roads
of this small town,
where the Mecca of fraternization
is the local...
I made a fortune today
at the diner.
Bill gave me ten hours
and let me keep my tips.
He said I showed promise
of being hostess one day.
I...