She packed
a magazine!
for overnight
I saw her!
And wonder,
“Why this issue?”
Am I not enough
to occupy her
every waking?
Does my presence
invite such dread?
My insulted ego
and I storm
into the bedroom
She greets me
with a smile
and packs a
book as well
More from Issue #2
Poets Warren by Dave Gregg
Is this when you cry? Where you tumble down the hillside beg and plead for another lazy day one more wasted minute? A week you’ll wisely Imbibe sobriety? This isn’t the return…
Strange Material by Emily Vanston
Strange material You have rendered. You have penned Strange words: Broken dark things, clenched In broken coils, Blood-choked and Clotted, Oozing oily slow Onto the page, Smeared—your hand Shaking, Secreting shadows From…
Birth Place by Dave Gregg
In the nineteenth century the delta was a swamp layered with rich life forms Rife with great white oak but commerce triumphed and the swamp was drained Great levees were constructed cotton…
Faultless by Emily Vanston
Faultless, You must have been disappointed. You must have protested To the soundless stars: Good begets good. Light, light. What of this? Borne on a litter of promises, Warm and worn, You…