Thursday, May 26, 2011

Oscillating by Anita McQueen

I see myself
in the elongated mirror playing
tic-tac-toe with red lipstick,
Xs and Os over my skin
slick with summer heat,

oscillating fan sweeping my mood
back and forth my weight on each bare foot,
skinny as I want,
wanting to run naked down the hallway
into the street where cell phones wait
to take my picture and broadcast it singing

loud
I'm seriously ready
for someone to massage me with a cover of smoke.



Published in Ink Sweat & Tears- 3/15/11

Monday, May 9, 2011

Flashes by Anita McQueen

I'm drunk with the lift of night,
running down streets I've never seen.

A dying newspaper fluttering against a wall.
Condemned buildings with boarded windows
and piss-washed doors nailed
Christ,
I need you...

On and on in my footfall rhythm
my side aching,

bleeding down my legs
raw and stinging
I stop.

Huffing and puffing
I turn around and head home,
lightheaded,
seeing flashes in the sky of another world.




Published in The Literary Burlesque- 1/4/11