Melissa R. Benham
2 Poems
if this weather went beyond countdownsone might gain a choice to articulate loveliest
in scanning cloud cover
for how petty you to fan the
siren & the car becoming familiar we
too emerge from late shapes of day
a kind of cadence as when forgetting
one has hands for all things
I either meant to or refused saying
so now it’s no worries like always
even the dizzy scene had cooled out
& you could tell what happened was obvious
as the same color of light
when riding home or getting in bed next to
sincerely not mine
for a kind of rain never let down
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I forerun bottle/key in finding
shook up too late/stupid insectivore
a beaky pinch & drink me little steeple
o suckerpunch//o dandelion
