poetry

the smell of a thing

My mother, she smelled

like peanut butter, diet coke

and

cherry menthol cough drops.

 

When she spoke I breathed

her in, every last

mol-e-cule

a lasting impression.

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new poems, poetry

1989

cotton candy bike shorts

exposed knees, rose bush cuts

banana seat freedom

front yard peeing

no time to stop the cul-de-sacs calling

mouths on mouths on mouths.

 

blooming air, thick sweet honey

skin close freckled

eyes meet electric

licking lips, popsicles

mouths turned sunset splendid colors

mouths on mouths on mouths.

 

kissy kissing with saliva

“time for dinner”, blushing hiding

feet embarrassed 

mauve carpet looking

secret thoughts delighted knowing

mouths on mouths on mouths.

 

barefoot chaser, best friend replacer 

leaving longing I think she’s calling

sticks and stones, 

upset stomach

cool off bath, mom’s hurried quiet

mouths on mouths on mouths.

 

 

 

 

 

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