SOMETHING BLUE by Heather Lee Rogers Nuclear Fission You see our love was just good chemistry those first date cocktails of raw pheromones and evolutionary drive, despite your ego we are not divine just well-dressed test tubes mixing atoms and hot molecules so when our unit split that pain of fission was our power bursting free but I matter and was not destroyed; I am stronger and more stable without you. Something Blue Cocktails made too bitter for their special day, the bride’s mom cries and cannot speak, the band plays songs of love in minor keys, loud bridesmaids laugh and push the bride to dance…She cannot rest, her fate sealed with a small dry kiss, her garter and her last name pulled off by his teeth, she is something blue but she is beautiful, Her guests pretend to like their drinks while forcing smiles and aching to be next. Train Song Pitch darkness in my childhood bed I listen for the train, heart rising with the whistle note and roar that echoes through two miles of barren trees those bold rumbles chugging through my body vivisecting my home town strong spine of missed dreams and memories a breath, a longing, a minor-chord sigh tracks laid across my flesh a seam connects my wishes to my worlds a rushing through so many childhood midnights chest pounding marking time with the thunder of the train. Ask Me I want to open up my skin for you show you where my bones connect firm muscles to my tissues wet with tears, the messy heart that beats and breaks unschooled, the capillaries where my dreams run swiftly hot and cold, the wilderness of my strange roots all tangling, pulling your loose thoughts to braid them tightly, tightly to my own. The Cyclone Yes, screaming: She came into the world the second time the same way as the first.Late September asked his only passenger “Front or Back?” She said “Back” He said “That’ll be a Rough Ride!” She said “I know my roller coasters” sat down. This time, with no seat-mate, at every big drop her legs slammed against the bar slammed against the bar slammed against the bar After, as she climbed out hoarse and sore He said “You are BRAVE!” She thought “Man, you have no idea.” then She allowed herself a tiny smile raised her face up to the sun…then She released the bar of her rough ride then She allowed back in a little pride then She began again. About the Author:  Heather Lee Rogers compulsively tells stories as a writer and actor in NYC. Her poems have appeared in the following printed and online publications: The Rat’s Ass Review, Harbinger Asylum, Here Comes Everyone (UK), Leopardskin & Limes, El Portal S/Tick, Waterways, Adanna Literary Journal, Jersey Devil Press and the Kaaterskill Basin Literary Journal. |