You and I were busy
becoming pirates in the desert,
cumulous clouds surrounding our rose and sienna
mottled landscape, palm tree yucca,
leopard lizards darting over and under
so little treasure.
There wasn't a way to tell you
I'd lied about the salt flats,
wanting nothing but mirage,
fearing the dunes, the northern slope,
numbering our days
until the sun failed to make us sweat,
until the soles of our shoes
exposed stone feet.
I could have gone on
tracing the shape of your heart with my tongue,
like taproots searching for water;
we were becoming strangers though,
unable to remember the arroyo.
Your limbs stretched
along the desert floor,
a vain attempt at escaping erosion.
We were busy sinking ships in the sand.
Jessica Joy Reveles brings over 10 years of professional writing and editing experience with an emphasis on fashion and beauty. From social media and web content to proposals and training manuals, Jessica delivers expert copy and seasoned results. She is adept at performing research and additionally has experience in instructional design.
Bill Neumire
Water Cycle #1: To Whom
Shall I Return
Water Cycle #3: I Thought
There Would Be More
Laura Madeline Wiseman
Or To Release Death
Magus Magnus
Payload Dump
(3 excerpts
from drone: poetic monologue
for monotone)
Aimee A. Norton
Apache Code Errors
No Sin Like Arson
Katherine Swett
Translations of an
Algorithmic Love Poem
Amy Schreibman Walter
Online Dating Inbox
Paul Strohm
Our Interregnum
KJ Hannah Greenberg
The Sanctity of Lists
Assistance with Quickly
Becoming Unbearable
Susan L. Lin
When You Are Sleeping
Ana Maria Caballero
Another Airport Poem
Ann Skiöld
Emily Dickinson Did Not
Drive A Car
Jeremy Dixon
In Retail (xxii)
Pete Coco
Especes Perdue
Jessica Joy Reveles
Surviving the Desert