Honeymoon to Burnished Island

by Lana Broussard 3 months ago in sad poetry


Honeymoon to Burnished Island

The cove beckons me

to the sea

it is really further

than it appears

We jinxed this thing

there is truly no honeymoon

just a wasted woman

squeezing lemons

in a timeshare skirting the coast

the tourists arriving

in colorful speculation

a rusty bus heading downtown

to the markets

Peddlers scream

all they know

buying is an art

swimming is survival

Let's party at the hotel

three flights up to

broken dreams, caramel flan

and tequila

Give me a key

the one buried inside

your crawling mind

let me grasp the future

or choose to bury myself

in a sea cave

drowning on a journey

to a cove of falsity and azure sea tides

avoiding the eventual


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Lana Broussard

Lana Broussard writes primarily under the pen name, L.T. Garvin. She writes fiction, poetry, essays, and humor. She is the author of Confessions of a 4th Grade Athlete, Animals Galore, The Snjords, and Dancing with the Sandman.

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