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
Thursday, May 26, 2011
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
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
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Wet Paint by Anita McQueen
I posed for a painter.
He couldn't pay me but a couple of crumbs.
He said my face was sweet and my eyes sinister.
His company was settling for a time
when I wanted to scream.
I deserted him.
He sold the painting of me and moved on.
I find myself
often
in a stance he should have painted
for the two of us.
Published in The Literary Burlesque- 1/4/11
He couldn't pay me but a couple of crumbs.
He said my face was sweet and my eyes sinister.
His company was settling for a time
when I wanted to scream.
I deserted him.
He sold the painting of me and moved on.
I find myself
often
in a stance he should have painted
for the two of us.
Published in The Literary Burlesque- 1/4/11
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Charger by Anita McQueen
against the wind
purposely
aiming myself
to the bull's-eye
showing
every muscle
stretch of skin
oiled with sweat
unafraid
of horns and hoofs
and grunt of the pawing beast.
Published in The Camel Saloon- 1/4/11
Thursday, March 31, 2011
It's Not Fair by Anita McQueen
Sin is
heaviest
on the nape of the neck
bowing us down
under the sky
and the ceiling of our cell.
Published in Raven Images- 1/2/11
heaviest
on the nape of the neck
bowing us down
under the sky
and the ceiling of our cell.
Published in Raven Images- 1/2/11
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Just Before Bed by Anita McQueen
Forgiveness in the air
inhaling
fast and furious
not getting enough
to stop the tears.
Published in Raven Images- 1/2/11
inhaling
fast and furious
not getting enough
to stop the tears.
Published in Raven Images- 1/2/11
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Cloudy Visions by Anita McQueen
Falling from
night sky
raindrop
thousands
tilting
my head back
eyes open
blurring
water from the gods.
Published in The Camel Saloon- 12/31/10
Published in The Second Hump- 1/1/11
night sky
raindrop
thousands
tilting
my head back
eyes open
blurring
water from the gods.
Published in The Camel Saloon- 12/31/10
Published in The Second Hump- 1/1/11
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