Delilah Miller Poems
So good to be home
and out of the heat.
All those excess people reminded I'm alone
as I explored the busy Chicago streets.
So good to be mild
and not full of heat.
All those old buildings reminded I'm only a child
as I explored the ancient Chicago streets.
So good to be recognized
and not sweating in the heat.
All those dollars spent reminded me of the love I'm still denied.
as I explored the poor Chicago streets.
So good to be back from running away
and back from the heavy, humid heat.
All of the luggage and vacations reminded me ...
To Every Walking Girl.
Oh, the lies you spew!
The rhymes you pen,
bank loans, and wedding rings, and I.O.Us…
All duplicities that soon fade.
Silver-tongued and shimmering,
in sunlight gold and green,
you slice my chest,