Lisa Wilson Poems

Something stirred deep
within me
when the First Lady
took her place
...

It was a bad idea
for me
to see you
one last time
...

Let me tell you
a little story
about a boy named Bill
Didn't own no shoelaces,
...

Scrounging up the last few dimes
from his momma's secret wardrobe,
Leon headed out
that cold September morning,
...

Why couldn't you love me?

Baby girl, I didn't love myself.
...

I was dying to be loved
by a man who could not
surround himself with anything
other than his most sacred possessions
...

Today is a big day
for me
I am about to embark
on a new journey
...

Her charcoal-gray purse is tattered,
just like her heart.
She keeps holding onto it,
rubbing the shredded leather strap,
...

Lively cheek
pressing into my pillow,
you tell me
it's all over.
...