tonight, tomorrow, forever

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if i told you

you wouldn’t believe me
so i just poem it

where the sound of
to blur
the voice
reaches cataclysmic
rendering

you know the one
over crackled phone
over a shallow breath
of yet uncalculated risk

if only the lines
curved right
at the
dial tones

a confession
straight ahead


Michele McDannold is the author of Stealing the Midnight from a Handful of Days, a book of poetry available from PUNK HOSTAGE PRESS. She was the Editor-in-Chief at Red Fez Publications for five years and is currently the editor/publisher at Citizens for Decent Literature. She has an extensive collection of flannel and rubber chicken heads. For more, please visit michelemcdannold.com.

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retreat

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buffalo-lights
good morning in the still dark

edgy shadows
damp remembrance of yesterday
reporting live from the
drop-in motel
where a combination of
roadside picnics
comforting if not serene
& sad domestic situations
occur
simultaneously

expired honey returns
to her room with
package in tow
maybe it’s work
maybe it’s the kind of work
polite society wouldn’t speak of

i keep watch out of the periphery
wonder if the chinese take-out is okay
without refrigeration
it smells like an
alcoholic’s wet dream in here
on the margins
but this space in the middle
where it’s all warm without a single fuss
where it’s all your scent and mine lingered together
on the bed sheets
where the effectiveness of a single yessss
causes the bedside alarm clock to crackle uncontrollably
it’s probably responding to some bizarro frequency

i forget your name
i forget mine
it is
the best


Michele McDannold is the author of Stealing the Midnight from a Handful of Days, a book of poetry available from PUNK HOSTAGE PRESS. She was the Editor-in-Chief at Red Fez Publications for five years and is currently the editor/publisher at Citizens for Decent Literature. She has an extensive collection of flannel and rubber chicken heads. For more, please visit michelemcdannold.com.