Emily Smith-Miller- 3 Poems

Firecracker to the Dome

Pulling my bones apart, fingers are supernatural beings

And the breaking is a back stab building bomb

Beaching whales with napalm flames

Loving in a heat wave

My occasional misadventure

With the wrong man

Under graveyard dirt

Rolling in the Puget Sound

Don’t you smell like a teen romance?

You can freelance me to the end

I won’t keep these secrets plain

Ill lace them in my mercury saliva

I’m alive it seems

Today is such a themed trip on daisy dukes

In your back seat, don’t we keep each other down?

Drown baby

In the coldest

Salty lungs scream silver in the moonlight

Crushing with a knife point and your crowbar

Sliding up my leg

Good thing this M80 love affair

Only packs a pinching punch

Knock my breath out

Blow my hand off

Leave me splintering,

Not until I wake up

On blood soaked carpets

Will I tell you

What it means

Inside

I lather myself with the lavender soap

I imagine the essence of a sunflower

And I hope when he spreads my legs he smells the fields of Provence

Instead of cheap cherry lube

When I was a child I had simple rules

That only a child can follow

Love

Wonder

Gratitude

We are worn husks of organic produce

We lie to ourselves about the emptiness

We use and we hate

I hate and I am used

On starch sheets

In crochless panties

With a reaching hand of hope extending from my loins

Reverse birthing

Shedding the skin of this cumbersome twat

I will be as children are

I will love without question

And I will save myself

Southern Reasons

So still breathing for Jesus

Neon red cross and fingers crossed

I don’t believe in god

I don’t believe in the earth or purpose

It’s only to be happy

I smiled

You are so naive

Don’t know nothing

That cross isn’t salvation

Listen to the brush lullaby

Listen to my heart

Beat

We’re warm blooded

So we can bring each others bodies close

When death cold spreads its

Ice cracking spider veins

Over the weak white

Flesh

I don’t believe in anything

I believe in everything

Reasons and being and you and me

We’re so wrong for each other

But I know why I'm here

Sometimes you need a little

Miracle

Proof of faith

To make them stars shine

Other wise

It’ll all go dark

And I choose the light

Always the light

On these city nights

Truck stops with your buddies

They give you different reasons

Ideas

Wild turkey and a trailer

You could do better

But you never let yourself

I take your hand

Run my Swiss knife

Down the center

I push your blood in my blood

Those headlights

They’ll bring you back to me

Run free

I can follow your blood

You’re a piece of me

And if I believe

Then you’ll believe

Preaching isn’t my job

And praying isn’t yours

That’s why we belong together

And why I've got to save you

From this field of briars you’ve thrown yourself into