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MICHAEL RILEY
the photo in the glass this room is propaganda i could leave anytime but i have someone who cares for me she comes when i’m hungry or horny brings turnips cooked in milk pumpkin seeds and a towel stiff as the light under the door she doesn’t have a name or elbows and her ankles are moonstone but since i have known her the bonsai has thawed my palpitations have stopped and i am no longer afraid of the photo in the glass leave a box of salt skip pass the children in the giant’s mouth the playground is sinking quick assume our flesh before the mermaid dissolves into foam if winter’s minute hand hurries the fish up stream leave a box of salt under your bed there are enough drops on my lips for one more kiss Michael Riley's poems have appeared or are set to appear in Niederngasse, Sidereality, Stylus Poetry Journal, Going Down Swinging, Pendulum, The Rose & Thorn, Lily, LiNQ, Muse Apprentice Guild, Liquid Muse, Tryst, Ink Mag, Social Alternatives, Mind Caviar and many other fine publications. He lives in Melbourne, Australia. |
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