Donna Dallas – 1 poem

2019 is like this



I need a savior lord

knows                     I need a slick

gin and tonic to slide smoothly

down my throat          vape cigarettes through a blue filtered pen  

could trade places with sweet-at-home wives instead I

grind over and over but

all I really want is a cat

on my lap as I listen to the night

owl as I listen to the sharp cracks

in the fire when the logs pop and watch

the sparks fly out like shooting

stars                    I am a mother / a workhorse / the under-dog

I, the ample giver


a getter

not a lover (……..well maybe sometimes)

I fold the sheets sloppily and I think

fuck it





Donna Dallas