Poems from MicalaSmith
I miss you
I miss me
I'm missing out on missing
tiled back into place
tiled over dirty carpet
I'm missing the cigarette stench
I'm rolling...
She is there and then
she goes blue
Completely frozen lady
Everything stills with terror
Her head cocked, no breath.
Fingers twitch as...
Just watch as the tinsel finds mother’s ears
The gold plastic ribbons begin to grow round her fingers and neck
She pulls them closer...
Stuck out my pudding belly and got slapped up side
Scrumptious tummies bump and wabble
After her red hand hits
Mama says puddings bad...
My garbled news congests online highways.
crashes with people I never see,
contact through fragmented ideas
and a thoughtless day’s...