but he don’t know what it means


it appears like nagging
this unrestrained desire for more
give me
give   me

the setting is a room
with soft white walls
a flowered plant in various
stages of bloom, delighting in all
from ripe to waning …
fresh air, billowing
the curtains into your space,
knocking things over and
snuffing out the candlelight

if one could direct the flow of energy
would not one shut the fucking window?

heyyMichele 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.

simple question


i loved him as much as he would let me
how much does this heart weigh now