Three Poems
*Article from Lexington Line’s Autumn/Winter 2022 Issue, pages 36-37
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from the fire escape
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We sit there and watch
two sets of eyes
and one fire escape.
Your laugh is infectious
and I find myself wanting to be sick
Forever.
I know this might be the last time
I get to see the dimples form
around your smile,
but I feel blessed,
to know you,
to love you,
And to have you.
So we sit there and watch.
Ladybugs and bees
for annamarie accardi
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I close my eyes,
and all I see are
strobe lights.
I stop listening,
and all I hear are
sirens.
I stop sniffing,
and all I smell are
funnel cakes.
I close my mouth,
and all I taste
is church wine from your funeral.
I stop breathing
until I’m in a world where
it’s just You and Me.
The ladybug running around
with the little bee.
Ginger ale dreaming
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I had a stomach ache,
an ache so bad you funneled
Ginger Ale down my throat.
You tied my hair into a knot,
with the same hair tie I’d been using for
months.
My body was not mine anymore,
my stomach was filled with stones.
But with each embrace,
you broke those stones.
Why is he helping me,
I thought, while
the twisting and turning
took control.
“I wouldn’t be doing this if
I didn’t love you,” you said.
Ginger Ale dripped on my lips,
and danced on my tongue,
cultivating my reply.
My stomach ache was worse now,
but not like before.
Its rumbling filled
the silence in the room.
But once I looked into the oceans
one would call his eyes,
the noise stopped.
My stomach flipped.
My cheeks turned crimson.
“I love you too,” I said,
praying that I wasn’t just
Ginger Ale Dreaming.