| Choking On Ice
tough luck college drove me mad and manic
cinched me scared spent nights on the prowl
twice I lost balance head swam in chaos
plummeted into pavement hard iced-up path
frost scraped under shiny fingernails like glass
midnight cocktails clumsy sad gestures
least unattractive will do for sweat heat music
flummox the kissing and touching with meaning
air clogs my throat I am choking neck jilted
foam from my lips limbs blundering stupid
lavender neck spots fresh from the hanging
Old Altoid Box
A dirty old box
with a creaky tin top
dust mints, lust mints.
Glass bottoms up,
fifty stairs to stumble up
try not to throw up.
Lucky me, in my pocket
stuffed down deep:
an emergency mint.
Open up, open up
taste my tongue, minty fresh
here we go, let's pretend.
- Renee Miller
| Renee is a poet and private tutor living
in Los Gatos, California. She has been published in The Oak and Half Drunk
Muse. She is also the editor of the online literary journal The Bloom
Review. |
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