“Three Poems”
cctv
who watched us kiss
in line for dim sum
at the farmers market
bites of ocean
baked pork buns
mouthmelt
hot coffee, half and
half blueberry donut
sticky rich cake
dystopic
i lust the drone
that hovered
over the marina
gazing
at your arms
around my goose bumps
my short skirt
short sleeves
on the rocks
wavelapped
you showed me
yesterday, a room expanding
and asked me to be
present
in the moment
elsewhere, genocide
grading papers
sipping milk or soda
a city flapping on the byway
fish and urine sharing scents
the squirrel, fattened without fear
there are worse
words to use
thought crime
if i split myself
open like a fig
expose my inflorescence——
unpresent
i live
on someone else's screen
sex is not a lobotomy
unmade decision, i want to be
erased a number of mistakes
misnamed a dream with cops
cars cuffs clicking
violent vibrations in the
morning after & after and
all of these mistakes i keep
making my bed my mind up i
keep cracking&wagging
where
was i?
this is adrienne rich in my
mouth making you taste bad
& i'm not like other girls
might be evil to assume
sinful to assume everything
evolutionary is everything
identity having it all
to assume anything evil
soursmell of youinthemorning
after & after all these mistakes
hannah lamb-vines
is a writer in the united states of america. if you type her name into the search bar at www.google.com you may find a list of her publications. she wrote these poems in san francisco, california, in 2019.
Twitter: @embarrassed4evr