First
holding you down
my arms wrapped tight
around your body
like plastic wrap, like
cocoon silk
my fingers over your
eyes, in your ears
smearing my lipstick all over
your body, my lips
bright red bloody streaks
in the dark, marking my
territory
marking you mine.
Turbulence
you are a deep blue ocean
and I have spent too much
time trying to patch up
this slow leak.
put your fingers back on
me, the one thing
I don’t understand
I don’t know what
might have been.
all this thinking.
Short bio: Holly Day was
born in Hereford, Texas, “The Town Without a
Toothache.” She and her family currently live in Minneapolis,
Minnesota, where she teaches writing classes
at the Loft Literary Center.
Her published books include the nonfiction books Music Theory for Dummies,
Music Composition for Dummies, and Guitar All-in-One for Dummies, and the
poetry books “Late-Night Reading for Hardworking Construction Men”
(The Moon Publishing) and “The Smell of Snow” (ELJ Publications).
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