Part of my poetry collection, Margins of the First Draft—while, yes, we have all gone through a heartbreak or two, it’s rarely as theatrical as those 19th-century plays I was a huge fan of back in the day. Life has a tendency to go on.
The Victorians were a strange bunch, and I think that during this period I was really drawn to their style of writing. Sometimes, it still shows in my newer work.
Mercy
Oh Dear Lord
At this state,
A knife
Straight into this heart of mine
Would be an act of mercy
Poetry on the Margins #16 Melodrama
This poem makes me want to melodramatically lay on my way-too-modern couch,
with a bottle of red Zinfandel in one hand and a knife in the other,
and bathe myself — and a beautiful wedding gown — in fake blood.
And then,
maybe,
have a picture painted of me.
Sir,
can you paint me
like one of your
French girls?
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