“Don’t go in guns a-blazing” Good advice. But it’s in my nature To shoot first and ask questions during The cigarette hour. Bitter ashes. But at least they’re mine. I’ll take my happiness With a side of burnt lungs And bullet shells.
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The Dog Dies
“I trust you” Decadent words. Like food offered, gently To an oft-beaten dog. I am wary. Yet, I long to be someone who trusts. Who bounds toward others full speed. Thoughtless. Tail wagging and eyes open wide. So I trust you, too. I trust you Until struck between the eyes. I’ll love you like OldContinue reading “The Dog Dies”
This Poor Pepper
Published in The Pigeon Parade Quarterly: Heal The molding banana pepper Sits, deflated, in the crisper drawer. I wish I could wave a hand over it And restore it to a past life. Back to when it was plump and spicy, Or a bulge swelling off a stem. Now any vitality that remains Is foodContinue reading “This Poor Pepper”
Trauma
Published in The Pigeon Parade Quarterly: Bleed I am done, then undone; Healed, then opened. Each interaction like shears Cutting fresh stitches from the time before. I see you and my body prepares for hurt. You are visceral. I try to keep it covered I try to keep it in. The physician reminds me, casually,Continue reading “Trauma”
The Wisdom of Nesting Dolls
Published in The Pigeon Parade Quarterly: Migrant I rarely think about my uterus, but I feel her. I touch my low torso, absently. I contract and expand. When I was young, I cried over the “before.” That blank space where I know history happened, But I hadn’t yet. Now I know the truth That IContinue reading “The Wisdom of Nesting Dolls”
Indie Poetry & E-Books
Mia Pearson-Loomis has created two digital books of poetry: Highness and Jealous. They are available for purchase or free download here.
Author’s Note
My brother said to me recently that all mushrooms are technically edible, some are just only edible once.