Poems from JacqueRoman
Lonely is what’s left in the room after everyone has already gone.
It’s the shadow on your shoulder and the padlock on your heart.
If...
Baby bird, you hold my heart;
enclosed it in your ambitious claws the second you knew how to want.
My eyes have gotten dewy at the touch...
My daughter will never own matching socks.
She will ride a unicycle.
I will buy her one shoe at a time
and never encourage pigtails.
She...
I made a fortune today
at the diner.
Bill gave me ten hours
and let me keep my tips.
He said I showed promise
of being hostess one day....
I’ve got greater ambitions
than these four walls
and the winding roads
of this small town,
where the Mecca of fraternization
is the...