Dandelion city

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dandelion
popping the pavement—
gold star gone rogue


haiku rachel mcalpine CC BY 2.0, photo Kleuske CC BY-SA 3.0

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Singlets of the world

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Singlets of the world

Dowdiest of nana-wear
your singlet clings to your lonely skin
your worried skin

you tuck it in
you barely feel it but you know it’s there for you
working full time for you

benign meniscus
keeping chills and death at bay
saving the hurts of the world for another day


Poem and photo by Rachel McAlpine CC BY-NC 2.0

 

 

I’ve got a poem

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I’ve got a poem half written
like I’ve got a new lover
and I don’t want to say who he is
yet.

Wherever it is, the poem is the centre
of the room. All the time
I am making the bed, going for a jog,
taking a shower,
the poem rings.

Can it wait? What’ll I say?
A thin flame runs up my legs.

On the bus I think of other poems.
Now I have six half-written.
I am a slut
with petrol in my hair.

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Rachel McAlpine