ars poetica with the breakables put away

think i found heaven again

Posting late today sorry. Ugh. Woke up at 1pm. Wasn’t partying although I did have the 2nd beer of my life, and I actually liked it this time.

If you have chapbook or short poetry book recommendations, please comment them; I’m doing the Sealey challenge this year, and I can always use recs.

Anyway, here’s this week’s poem!

ars poetica with the breakables put away

heaven is making out in the doorway at the party. heaven
misses me when i turn sideways. i’m easy to disappoint;
of course i worry about hereafter. pickup line: when you fell
from heaven, did you plummet like a lemming? i am trying
to resist apology – to avoid saying sorry for another song
that suspends my bones in resin. sorry for the fake alchemy
where i die young & pretty in soffe shorts & a tube top, a camp
counsellor you can rewind 100 times. in all the anecdotes i have
of death, something is nigh. something is a placebo to suck
dry. something is a pink lemon to grate into cake. & i’m still
at the party. actually, i live at the party. morning coffee from a red
solo. evenings that don’t end. thanks for the kiss, now i’m immortal.
mouth-to-mouth memory of my little soul. i wrote you a poem. okay,
it’s my number on a paper plate. please call me when you get here.

POETRY PROMPT: where are the breakables? What’s to be done with them?

Happy Wednesday, little ducklings!

xoxo

-S