Free Verse
“The Light‑Weight Coffee Ballad”
This is a light weight video from Sweetie Bird. She had Mom, Vicki, me, turn off the news to have fun today. Taking a break. No Folgers for me, just light weight humor, and light weight coffee with no acid to burn through the atmosphere,
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 6 months ago in Poets
The Small, Hard Thing
There are three photographs of me from that winter. In one, I am laughing with my mouth open too wide, like the girl in the picture doesn’t know what waits for her in July. In another, your hand is at the base of my spine, casual as weather. The third was taken after. Though no one looking at it would know that. Everyone always says that: "You look so happy here." I threw away the blue dress before I learned how to forgive myself for buying it. That came years later, in the produce aisle, holding peaches too soft to survive the drive home. Funny— I remembered your birthday for seven consecutive years and forgot my own phone number twice. The worst part wasn’t the leaving. No. It was how long I continued introducing you in stories after you were gone. Like muscle memory. Like a country still printing maps with a vanished city. In May, before any damage had technically occurred, my mother asked me over for coffee and whether I trusted you.
By Brie Boleyn6 months ago in Poets
