Three Poems by Jasmine Aequitas

sleep

legs are slick
scissoring
sin and
bedsheet and skin
talon grips
pillow
slips
cotton tethers

the night
is made
for ease

but i fight
like i never
want to see
daybreak.



bottoms up

i fell
clumsily
into love

caught
off guard
all
topsy turvy

in a vertigo
i enjoy
more
than i let on

he laughed
brushed
the dirt
from my scraped
knee

and
casually
remarked

do you
always
defy
gravity?

for the right
moment
the right
mouth

i break
every rule
i was told
i need to
follow

the ground
is where
the foundation
of anything
great
begins.



chasing mania

on nights
like these

i
chainsmoke
drink
write

i dance

trying
to outrun
the voices
the heaviness
the
not-good-enough
not-nearly-enough
of life

of blank faces
empty eyes
cold lips

on nights
like these
my skin
burns
come-hithers
and shivers
coaxing
lioness
from
complacent
housecat

on nights
like these
i channel
the woman
whose hips
speak
with a cheshire grin

whose
spine
curves
like
a question mark
that punctuates
need
as an
answer

whose
mouth
is a weapon
half-cocked
and ready
to be fully
loaded

on nights
like these
i am
pliable promise
breaking

until the cigarettes
are all ash
and the bottle is empty
and the sun
threatens tomorrow

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