2 Poems by J. Bradley

The Kama Sutra of Prince Charming

I will bite the apple
of your neck, hold you
like a glass coffin.

I will empty you
of all your promise;
you'll say my name

How I Learned To Hide The Evidence Using Bulimics, Poor Fashion Sense

The sweater collar gnawed
at my cheeks like embarrassment.

I spent the afternoon prying
fishing hooks from the corner
of my mouth; she asked earlier
"Why do you still love me?"

I wrote "help" in the dandruff
smothering my shoulders;
I'm still waiting for the dogs.

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