Poetry by Suzanne Richardson

                            ​Alexandru Paraschiv CC



I Want A Gimlet

I want 
to rut
on you tonight 
your body’s labyrinth 
I solve
tonight
my sour sloe 
thighs 
open tonight
you between them
Blackthorn
fast like 
night 
entering 
a room
tight 
strings
sing lime 
to me
tonight
look to the window
blue on a blue 
moon 
you said
the bitter plum
of your bed
tonight
bodies are stars 
or pianos
I play 
you fly 
tonight
I drink so much 
cold gin mixed 
with gin 
I throb on you
just right
storm your body
like a meteorite 
tonight
I taste
your pine
tree
tonight
don’t talk 
history
tonight
submit 
tonight 
supine
we make love
so fine 
I swear
something walks
in the room 
and takes it





Do You Watch Bridal Reality TV Shows Because You Want to Kill Yourself?
Or Do You Want to Kill Yourself Because You Watch Bridal Reality TV Shows?

She is pearl vapor
snow romance
milk iris  
chalk lemon
mist marshmallow
coffin taffeta 
ice virus 
white-yellow
cloud outbreak 
infects the chapel 
her destiny awaits
daddy redux in tux
cold egg banker 
fog sob soldier
her sex anchor
down the aisle
cinched for him 
covered for them 
each nipple sheathed 
bloom cream ice candy 
this cost us love
this cost us thousands
baby bone
cotton dove
swallow vows
vanilla smoke
lift veil
grow old
champagne powder
paper chowder
antique ivory 
ghost awaken 
no mistake
a bride is given up
before she is taken
​
​

Suzanne Richardson earned her M.F.A. in Albuquerque, New Mexico at the University of New Mexico. She currently lives in Utica, New York where she's an Assistant Professor of English at Utica College. More about Suzanne and her writing can be found here: http://www-suzannerichardsonwrites.tumblr.com/

---