An Assortment of Short Poems
Is that what this is?
3 months and counting.
That’s certainly not brief—
That’s why I don’t know your friends?
Quick, before I get too attached.
My hymen won’t grow back.
Our relationship is changing.
You know all my passwords.
Superimpose a rose over it.
Poetic prose and Eros, solder it.
Ford the red river and a brook, soldier on.
Prosaic close to a book, hold your tongue.
This article originally appeared in The Link Volume 31, Issue 25, published March 8, 2011.
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