Poems from Mary R.
She tried lipstick for the first time—
Mommy’s lipstick, red smeared from ear to ear.
Her grin—those six tiny freckles she inherited from...
If you are forsaken
in a ice-coated world of white
where the holes in your sweater and the rips in your jeans
become cracks in your soul...
Hold her hand,
feel the blood,
which used to rage through her skin
and consume you.
You have loved truly—
Given her hope in the days when...
I.
Fall came,
tore the summer of my innocence away-
a flow of energy-
a rush of darkness-
bells ringing,
halls buzzing.
footsteps,
voices...
I hold the thunderheads in my palms like secrets,
and squeeze the rain through my fingers like flowing tears.
The world- motion and...