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.
11.18.2019 - 12:04 AM
BOREAL
As the light recedes into the horizon,
the north wind seep through
cracks in the window
and slits in the door.
My toes are cold
against the bedroom floor,
and I wonder when
my blood will unthaw,
and when
I might feel the light
once again.