Status Updates From Loose Woman

Bring me a drink.
I need to think a little.
Paper. Pen.
And I could use the stink
of a good cigar–even
though the sun’s out.
The grackles in the trees.
The grackles inside my heart.
Broken feathers and stiff wings.

I could jump.
But I don’t.
You could kill me.
But you won’t.

The grackles
calling to each other.
The long hours.
The long hours.
The long hours.

I enjoy her use of metaphors and comparisons. I think her being from San Antonio and speaking from a perspective so close to myself makes it feel more personal. Granted I’m not able to relate to a lot of what I’ve read, I think I can find a context in which my understanding can be real.

Poems of note: Heart, My Lovely Hobo
The joys that only my heart knows of

Poems of note: Somethings like Rivers Ran

Poems of note: You Bring Out the Mexican in Me
- passionate, irrational, and all consuming love

...
Something of you still taut
still tugs still pulls,
a rope that trembled
hummed between us.
Hummed, love, didn't it.
Love, how it hummed.
"Vino Tinto"