Ames Petrossi Poems

my too loud shirt
diverts eyes from
Saturn ringed eyes
a galaxy of sadness.
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is the whisper of unruly hair against face,
and the press of overbite into shoulder
(perilously close to precipice)
while starlings as metaphors clamor viciously
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self portraits as art
(Cahun or Breton why not?)
jaw clenched just so
chin tilt intentional
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there’s no correct way
to tend a soured heart
nothing to do
but let it ferment,
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i am hip bones digging
sharp into mossgrey stone.
i am biting off peace
in early morning frost,
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7pm F train,
halfway between
Delancey & Ditmas
compassion & indifference
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I am tethered to your love
millions of tiny, fine jellyfish filaments
flow outward from my body
towards yours reaching,
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