Poetry by Tricia Marcella Cimera

                        Alexander Rabb CC


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​The Art of Motherfuckery
 
To you, subtlety is a form of cowardice.
My desire to show you
the fragile misty grays
in everything,
you see as my fear.
I  will have to swallow
your blood,
or my own.
You show me that one of us must die.
 
 


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The Murderer’s Son
 
you were on his list of stops
he came looking for you
but you weren’t home so
he went to your mother’s house
she was there
 
your whole life
your father was the train
your father was the train whistle
and you were the wreckage
he left on the tracks
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Tricia Marcella Cimera is a Midwestern poet with a worldview. Her work is found in many diverse places online and in print.  Her micro-chapbook entitled GO SLOW, LEONARD COHEN, released through the Origami Poems Project, contains the Pushcart Prize nominated ‘plum poem’.  Tricia lives with her husband and family of cats in Illinois, in a town called St. Charles, by a river named Fox, with a Poetry Box (also named Fox) in her front yard.

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