love needs an explanation?



We pick up from the streets, words
and skin stretched
thin over
mother’s lips.
Dumpster love along the spillway, free;
sunshine through the way. She
dances to the jukebox,
a knife in back of cowboy lust
to celebrate the waitress.

Open sign askew a door
of rust and nails of regret
coffee dust.

from Stealing the Midnight from a Handful of Days

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