#sorry mefm

[augustpoetrymonth]

august 15th

lush spring flowers bubble over my tongue-

I know I’ll regret it later but that little weakness

the fizz; the giggle; the wham knowingly seduce me

give me my poison again.

- emam

[augustpoetrymonth]

august 13th

in the middle of the road between the living and the dead roam the misremembered

the pages of books: never-written

and poems: never shared

the land of heroes and monsters and plucky young girls     ready to battle their dystopian futures with love triangles, and super powers

      galore!

[februarypoetrymonth-blog]

feb 15th

She buries me in silk and sashery, primps and primes her little ‘ma cherie’ as if I were a purse from burberry not a living, breathing, actual fur baby. I’m lucky to be loved by such a famed beauty but she doesn’t notice when I scream, “oh no not me!” - she clutches me to her blue baby nightie shouts when my claws come out. A tiny Valkyrie.

Her daddy cuddles her with the same aplomb as she spends on I, the petted kitten tom, I purr and primp with barely a single qualm for to sooth her soul with my furry balm. My love for her is an unspoken psalm that keeps crying during the winter’s calm I’d hate to raise the smallest real alarm but my mistress eyes are full of Vietnam.

- EMAM

[even-and-odd-blog]

19th feb

“I’m okay with that” the second wife smiles coyly, on the first wife’s 40th

- EMAM