Poetry Showcase: Donna Dallas (February 2023)


My body has a warning label 
details listed in hieroglyphics
as much as I want to be studied
I don’t really want to be deciphered 
I’m so bent and broken I’m perfect 
if you’re on the hunt 
and catch my scent
I’ll wait blindfolded by the firepit
come warm your hands 
together we will terrorize the night

This Skin

So bony
I break like branches
withered veins
buried so deep under my skin
in fear of a poke
they cocoon deep into muscle

I beg the moon to forgive me
I beg the sun to bathe me
lie so natural I form clouds
that float along
swab up my aftermath

I’ve yet to whistle
last whistle was 1996
last kiss on the mouth was around there
maybe that was when the world stopped
and my hell – is thinking
I’m still alive

Everything Counts

in large amounts
with coffee

It’s all so big
a conundrum of consuming 

It all counts 
in large amounts
go bigger and get me some more 

It ain’t enough 
never e-goddamn-nuff

We are still hungry 

Bio: Donna Dallas studied creative writing and philosophy at NYU’s Gallatin School and was lucky enough to write under William Packard, founder of the New York Quarterly.  She has appeared in a plethora of journals, most recently The Opiate, Beatnik Cowboy, SpillWords and Phantom Kangaroo.  Donna serves on the editorial team of Red Fez and New York Quarterly.

By davidlonan1

David writes poetry, short stories, and writings that'll make you think or laugh, provoking you to examine images in your mind. To submit poetry, photography, art, please send to feversofthemind@gmail.com. Twitter: @davidLOnan1 + @feversof Facebook: DavidLONan1

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