Poetry by Rebekah Morgan

crying, choking, laughing

on july’s front porch
we wait for the future
to see what i can do
with a knife
natural yoghurt
and a silver sun




nursery rhyme with illustrations of war

dixieland, far beyond the reach of logic
someone's mama, not my Mama,
fidgets in dainty boots, crying foul in the park  

who’s dumb hand lays bare the flag conceived by pissants
red, white, and blue
2 ½ minutes till midnight
and the beers getting warm

I’ll be damned if someone didn’t go and shit behind the apple tree
an’ look there’s a fuckin’ foot on the lawn
encompassing totally
the romance
of picking through your lovers hair, cumming,
with a lice comb glued to yer paw,
and the terror of finding the bed bugs quick return
we will wait this night forever, sweating ​

Bio: Rebekah Morgan is an american that lives in Romania. Rebekah Morgan went to Rockbridge co. Highschool.

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