Friday, April 1, 2022

finding the nearest bridge

she sends me
her poetry.
i get a toothache after reading
the first one.
the sweetness
is overpowering.
my hands shake
with the overdose of sugar.
it's happy poetry.
positive and joyful.
i think about
throwing myself off the nearest
bridge after
i read the last one about
love
and soul mates.
buds blooming
on twigs.

1 comment:

Di said...

Buds blooming on twigs
and then fall
soggy magnolia tree blossoms
soil the brick patio
promising nothing.