by Meghann Boltz
Send in the Clowns
You laugh
When I put the cigarette out
On my leg
Watch it burn
The mark it leaves, I
never meant
to be this Funny.
“Love” “Poem”
Has anyone yet to find a way to describe cum
That doesn’t invoke the word glisten?
My in your is just an opportunity
To not think about death
At the cemetery
Not a swan but a goose
You get what you want & what follows
Is an opulent grave of need
The grass has been planted, but
has yet to grow back in.
Word of God
My pussy is a Fabergé egg
You will never open.
The Baby Got a Talk Show
I wept, repeatedly
Sipped cold milk from a rubber nipple
It’s too expensive to show your feelings
& my face will not be forgiven
This, its
Ever diminishing capacity for love
When I say
My pussy is a Fabergé egg / you will never open
It is a torment to no one
Other than myself
O! Who could bear to be perceived like that?
The threat of,
Forever.
about the author
Meghann Boltz is a poet currently living in Buffalo, NY. She is the author of the chapbooks Cautionary Tale (b l u s h, 2021), rebel/blonde (Bottlecap Press, 2018), and the microchap Roleplay (Ghost City Press, 2020).