Category: Micro Poems

5.5.20

Right now

All I want

Is to breathe deeply, and let the universe have its way with me.

Emotional Hail Mary’s

All too often, I am the recipient of posthumous affection–
An affirmation arriving way too late.
These are not love letters but obituaries,
More eulogy than sonnet.
“I love you”s are epitaphs to my ears.
They don’t understand that their words don’t adorn me—
They collect dust in a moseleum.
I want a love with as much life as I have,
With a pulse
And sweat,
And better timing.

Prayer

I hollow my head of every cluttered though,

allow a higher power in.

“Soon,” I am assured, “Soon”.

With every repetition, the knot in my throat passes.