Gina Barnard
Three poems
ALBA
Nudge my nose just under
your ear, sometimes we slather
too much praise, like mayonnaise.
After tea, the bed is still warm
with you, mayonnaise.
ELEGY
You eat a sweet potato so fast your chest fills with cement and you hiccup to catch your breath.
FIRE ANT
dug its head into the back of my thigh
sliding down
stairs in the bedroom, the old house.
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A pinch--
a yearning.
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