M.G.B

Your lips

Look like something I could float on

And when u laugh

That dimple winks at me

As if it knows I’m waiting for it

And if I’m close enough

I can hear your heartbeat

A rhythmic melody

A Smooth and consistent lullaby.

And your hands

Textured and thoughtful

Creeping up my thigh

Just enough to get warm.

I let them stay there long enough

And then I push them to their destination.

So you can explore me in detail

And turn me into a poem.

Middle Child

I accept a call from a prison inmate.

It’s my little brother with a silly name.

Looney.

Not cause he’s crazy

or cause he loves the antics of bugs bunny.

My mom started calling him that when he was a baby.

These calls are a dollar a minute.

Looney and my older sister don’t speak.

So he calls me whenever he gets in trouble

So I charged my debit card 10 dollars.

Leaving me 4 in my account.

“Are you okay?” I ask.

“Yeah, I’m good. Could you call rah?”

Rah is his girlfriend.

I was in the middle of washing dishes.

I dried my hands and merged the calls.

He talked to her like it was just another day.

I left the phone on speaker.

On mute.

I went into the living room

and told my boyfriend

How stressed I was.