Your coldness does not trouble me.
The taste of you upon my lips
You care not of my bulging thighs.
'Tis ecstasy, our sacred tryst.
I dream of you, I'll not deny.
Devices on Stand-By
I've tucked away two forty-fours.
Two vials filled with cyanide
Two gleaming knives to slit my wrists
Two slipknots made of sturdy rope
You ask me why they come in two's?
I've had these items in my house
I tried to do it years ago,
And then I thought my work was done.
I'll get around to my demise
I watched as she searched our jungle for strands of
She slowly began to weave a cosmopolitan bowl of neo
I sensed the pride she had taken in her art as she gently
Writing since she was twelve, Kelly Ann Malone was influenced by Ogden Nash, Edna St. Vincent Millay, Teasdale, Dickinson, Billy Collins and Dorothy Parker. Some of my published credits include North Carolina University Press's Free-Verse Magazine, Albany University's Offcourse Literary Journal, Temple University's Schuylkill Creative and Critical Review, Duke University's Voices Journal, San Gabriel Valley Poetry Quarterly, Muse Apprentice Guild Literary Magazine, York University's School of Women's Studies Journal The Permanente Journal of the Arts and Medicine, Ars Medica--A Journal of Medicine, The Arts, and Humanities-Mount Sinai Hospital,and The Pittsburgh Quarterly.
Copyright 2005, Kelly Ann Malone. This work is protected under the U.S. copyright laws. It may not be reproduced, reprinted, reused, or altered without the expressed written permission of the author.