Dónall Dempsey Poems

Between your
breasts

the fly
...

She let go
of her name

watched it drift
...

All the animals
trundle by

on a conveyor belt.
...

She lay still
(perfectly still)

eyes wide open
...

I was charged with being
in illegal possession
of sexciting thoughts
about you and your body.
...

'Men are nothing...! '
she said

'...but a storm
...

She read
my closed eyelids

with the slightest
...

This used to be
my neck of the woods.

Adolescence discovered
...

IMPRESSION

Lost in Uncle’s hat
I copy him to a tee
...

“I like this photo
of me! ”

She cradled it
...