Melanie Browne- Three Poems

Love Story 

 

we will bump elbows at a  party,

I will be  holding a bowl of

fruit on my head like Carmen Miranda,

and you will be dressed like Steve Mcqueen

or perhaps Tarzan, depending on my mood

the atmosphere will sizzle,

it will be like we found sanctuary

after running for centuries

in worn out off-brand tennis shoes,

you will grab a banana from my bowl

and make obscene gestures with it

and I will laugh like a hyena in heat,

I will write about our affair when I

am old and drinking wine

at my Italian Estate,

I will be able to write in Italian by then,

so everything will be that much more romantic

 

How to eat rocks

 

My seven year old asks me

if you can eat rocks,

I tell him I don't think 

that's such a good idea,

I tell him it could get stuck

inside your tummy,

he moves on to talking about

who he sits next to on the bus,

but I start thinking about all

the times I felt like

my soul had eaten a giant boulder,

or a megalith,

and I realized I never

practiced what I preached

 

 

 

The Search

 

I am searching for you,

looking through emails,

pictures, and my dreams,

I find bits and pieces of you,

like confetti at a birthday,

I sift through,

it drops to the floor,

I sweep it up and

try to glue you 

back together