Make Me The Ocean

Author: Anna Russell / Labels: , ,


Make me the ocean.
Make me lap with nuzzling thirst
and froth like a glimpse of
a mermaid's tail upon the surface,
undulating, breaking, hissing my
deep secrets into tidal caves.
Make me pound and pound over
this land, slapping at rocks that imagine
themselves as new shapes, until I
make it so. Make me
drench you.
Watch the calcium moon bring
strength to my liquid bones.
Soon, she will make me retreat.
But I will return
and the moon on her spongy bed
will smile upon us.
Dip in.

Anna Russell

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Eve Defends Herself

Author: Anna Russell / Labels: , ,


A wrenched out rib
I squirmed
I writhed
I was

A snake draped whisper
A fruit plucked tree
The gift of knowledge

Yes, gift

Poor Adam
Before my creation
There was nothing
To define him as a man.

Anna Russell

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A Love Letter, Of Sorts

Author: Anna Russell / Labels: , ,

I'm down to my last
Cigarette,
Fingernail,
Nerve.

The night has folded in on itself.

I don't know where you are
Again
You won't pick up your phone
Again

I know, without needing to be told
That you're substance-happy and incoherent
Again
And that if I talk I'll only nag
Again.

And so it comes to this,
It has to.

I'm too tired to perch
On the pedestal you made for me,
The one I proudly, foolishly clambered atop:
The fall has left me ugly

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

But I cannot do this any more.

Anna Russell

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Southern Comfort, Heartache and Public Enemy

Author: Anna Russell / Labels: , , , ,

Southern amber
And memories
Colassal, ripping sadists of memories
Chuck's poetry,
Liquid fire in baritone,
Soothes me.
Unscrew. Tilt. Release.
This is the way
Of the fractured heart,
She will smack you in the face
With the Truth of Yourself,
Much like
The Amber and the Fire
Is my glass half full
Or half empty?
I don't know.
Turn it up
And pour me another.

Anna Russell

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