Tuesday, January 29, 2019

january love.



some mornings, I am quiet 
snow cascading over the 
ramen noodles
the kid smashed on 
the back deck

I am the chipped 
mug full of creamy coffee 
held in two hands while 
I speak in cat voice to the 
only creatures who don’t 
roll their eyes when I 
am a hot mess

most nights I am 
whiskey sliding down your
throat, smoke in your eyes, a wild
tiger lily waiting to be plucked, the
queen of cups, devoted
like an addict


© 1.29.2019 heather brager



Friday, January 18, 2019

past life.


I have been 
so alone 
that I have 
chewed 
the entire rind,
slowly tipped 
my very last 
bottle, I was
never warm 
enough 
for you, death 
by 1000 strokes 
of my pencil, a
nameless
soundtrack 
filling 
hours that
I will never 
get back