Monday, March 11, 2013

NEW! 3 poems by Gina Barnard

Gina Barnard

Three poems


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.


You eat a sweet potato so fast your chest fills with cement and you hiccup to catch your breath.


dug its head into the back of my thigh
sliding down
stairs in the bedroom, the old house.


A pinch--
a yearning.

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