THREE POEMS by DEBBIE COLLINS

THREE POEMS by DEBBIE COLLINS

He Says

I am fierce
 
He says I'm fierce
 
With my hair on fire and slash of a grin
destroying all his good intentions
 
His hands write a song on my body
the lyrics thrum like jazz, alive in a smoky room
 
I devastate his hip bones and sharp shins
as I fall apart beneath him
 
I wake to find his face
a beautiful blur against the pillow
 
I make a pot of coffee and drink it all myself
 
He says I'm fierce

The Attempt

the chalky protein shakes,
pink or chocolate
tasted like
failure to me
I’d slough them off
on the other crazies

the nurses threatened
to take my smokes away
if I didn’t eat
but I liked the process
of whittling down,
baring bone

you brought me some,
not the brand I usually
smoked, but I was
touched nonetheless

we sat on my bed to talk
on the rough white sheets,
institutional and
reeking of bleach
they were an affront to me,
so clean

they found me with
sand in my hair,
sand in my mouth
on a beach in Laguna

I promised you
I would eat

The Collapse

the ivy is ever growing
up the mossy front of
our house
 
we get sun from the east
but a big sassafras
blocks it out as you slowly
do the same with me
 
all my gardener friends
tell me that the ivy will
creep in and work its way
into the mortar between the bricks
 
the house is crumbling around me
but I can't raise my head to care
let the ivy take over the ruin
of our house and our expectations


Debbie is a Southern writer and enjoys a dark twist to most of her poems.  There is some hopefulness, though.  She writes to try to make sense of her past as well as to try to navigate the minefields that dot her present.  It's a real balancing act.

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