Inbox filled with joy loss duty drivel dreams loveholding time memories bills bliss in a web of when
Poem 345 – 9:22pm
9:22pm the room is a mess with joy & tomorrow afternoon I will organize itmy hands are smoothed by shea hinted with peppermint & rosemary& I use my fingers to type this poem & pause to scratch my right earit is always itchy – the moo-moo I wear is a garden of dragons & tropical… Continue reading Poem 345 – 9:22pm
Poem 344 – Contour
Contour this morning I contour a drawing of us into my throatso that every breath in & outevery word spoken or swallowedkeeps us deeply connected
Poem 343 – I Know Why Skin
Alert: There is a curse word in this poem I know why skin I know why it existsto containAll. Of. It. thepainthegorethepleasurethedarktheconfusionthebloodthehopethegraspthedesperationthedreamthepassiontheorgasmthelosstheslobberthemuscletheknowingtheempathytheragethefearthenoisethepasttheliesthestoriesthetruththefirethetastethejoytheheartthelove the What the Fuck of It Allthe glorious hasty extraordinary vomitous victory of Living (yes, I know it is not indestructible that it changes reshapes reflects redefines holds the codes for my every… Continue reading Poem 343 – I Know Why Skin
VANESSA SHIELDS 