June Poems: #3

My Anger stretches my skin

so tight it burst forth like

a rubber band shot across a classroom.

I sit in a curdled heap as I watch my Anger

fill the air with heat; it cooks my skin

bubbly and crisp.


June Poems: #1

like fireflies pulsating joy

their smiles grow more radiant when they see me

picnic blankets wrapped around shivering shoulders

handfuls of sweets and heads full of Shakespeare