Working girl, the movie & me joan cusack red-dyed & teasedlips lisped & shoulders padded to heightCoffee? Tea? Me? melanie griffith blonde bombshell & smartmouse-voiced & lion-hearted to heightI’ve got a head for business and a bod for sin a handsome businessmana nasty bossa broken leg& lies made me feelempoweredmotivated & even in this exhausted… Continue reading Poem 314 – Working Girl, the movie & me
Category: On Writing
Poem 313 – It
It When It arrivesIt’s too late for me to stop ItIt penetrates my organs(It adores my skin wreaks havoc on my heart continuously hunts for my soul)Its power crushes mine Describing It is complicatedExcept to say: infiltration of nothingness (I lose my pack become a woman who runs, weeping and weak, away from the wolves)… Continue reading Poem 313 – It
Poem 312 – Monday Evening Quiet
Monday Evening Quiet eyelash flutters on the lower back of this dayguide me into another night of sighs laden with letting the page is quietwords at rest say
VANESSA SHIELDS 