Eating Poetry

A Taste of Body Art

they said she could move the stars
but she had forgotten
how to sing the blues

she savored his tattoos
asking him to dance with her
for the last time

and then she heard a song
in the tapping of his shoes
for they had known all along

how to sing the blues

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Eating Poetry · Vignettes Baby

Girls Inside Bars

she tried to write
but the beat made her hands shake
so she lit a cigarette and beckoned the handsome waiter
to refill her glass and inquired whether they served food
no, he answered politely
while she fantasized about blowing black smoke into his mouth
vignette sounds like a delicious French dish, she thought
so she wrote this piece in her notebook and ate it