BLISTERS [2019]

“The true poem rests between the words.”

Vanna Bonta
01.27.2019 - 11:08 p.m.
MUSCLE MEMORY
My brain knows this loneliness well -
it has seen it many times before;
yet my heart still fights in protest,
saying it hurts just like the first time -
maybe even more.

02.03.2019 - 7:48 PM
LUCK RAN OUT
I'm not saying it's your fault,
and I'm not saying it's mine. 
You may hate me for it
and I guess that's fine.

But when the blood spills over,
when you've run out of time - 
please bury me in clover,
and make my coffin shine.



02.04.2019 - 8:27 PM
52 CARD PICKUP
My brain is a scrambled
deck of cards;
sometimes I can put them
back together
in a neat pile,
but no matter how hard I try
there are always some
facing the wrong way.

04. 14. 2019 - 11:09 PM
TONGUE TIED
She rolled the words
around her mouth
and tasted them -
metallic and angry, like
the coat of blood 
that would line her teeth
when she unclamped them
from her tongue.