Poems from MoiraHyatt
Standing, arms crisscrossed as the dead, I stand.
And now she let's lose in soft lips a coo
"Trust me"
"I'll catch you"
She's waiting, but...
A carton of cherry-limeade, and a
package of Reese’s–short one cup –
Lets go sit on a train and collect rust with our a**es.
Chase me up...
What’s done is done.
And I am done.
What meaning do I have
if all I mattered to, left me for dead?
My beloved do not belove me.
I am...
Sweeping the floor, glide on feet that mock us
He comes prowling the streets
when dusk has slain itself into midnights hour.
He stands a...
One lip slaps against the other
expelling a wet and horrid sound.
Digesting food waging battle with the tongue.
It’s all on display for...