2/10/2017 0 Comments Three Poems by Donna DallasJaded See me now no longer the lost fragile insecure child that clung to you like a lollipop. Sweet. You were so sweet. Me I was never sweet or sugary like your lollipop lies. I was too messy and raggedy with dark circles under my eyes from staying up all night to wait. What was I waiting for? Thanks anyway for letting me lick you like a tootsie pop—I lapped away trying to reach your chewy center. My gums are raw and my lips crusted from trying to suck sweetness out of you. All I ever got was semen. Melted I’ll try once more to be buttery sweet and soft let it all go start anew try deep breath come undone try calm the nerves seep into deep space melt stars I never get out of my head enough to realize I am nothing save the few bits of blood and bone I’ve left squandered all the rest on something radical I believed as love call it madness I go again Disco Queen Your blonde hair has flopped, sticky bangs pasted to your forehead. A messy blend of blue black has smeared under your eyes and your underarms are sweaty and stained. Men have checked out your tits, they have rubbed their cocks up against you on the dance-floor. They spilled their vodka and cranberry on your black high-heeled boots. They bought you chardonnay and tried to get you out into the parking lot. You’ve had your fame for the night. You end up giving some guy your real phone number in the hopes that he won’t end up being an asshole and now it’s 4:00 A.M. in the morning and you look like shit. The last song is playing and you’re all alone with cigarette butts and empty beer bottles. ---------------- Image - lauren rushing www.flickr.com/photos/white_ribbons/ https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.0/ Bio: Donna studied Creative Writing and Philosophy at NYU. She meandered about before she became a successful business woman, married and mothered 2 beautiful children. Donna is passionate and deeply inspired by the works of Sharon Olds, Sylvia Plath, Allan Ginsberg, Robert Creeley, Jayne Anne Phillips, Mary Karr, Denis Johnson to name a few. In their raw honesty and bare bones she has found her own niche and has been inspired over and over again to continue to seek out her voice. Her life is a paradox of cryptic and dark melded into alive and bold. She has written down events from scribbles to journals. Over the years she has documented lives growing up poor, witnessing drugs, prostitution, overdoses and death. She has bundled stories of lives that fell apart in front of her or with her. She’s been compelled since her youth to open it up onto paper, with pen. Donna has been published in Mud Fish, Nocturnal Lyric, The Café Review, The New York Quarterly and was lucky enough to study under William Packard back in the day. She took a slight hiatus and can most recently found in 34th Parallel.
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