Delilah Miller Poems

Some people are just eager to be alone
with photographs,
or empty houses,
or the roving tires on the car.
...

We're some sort of photo shoot:
you hungrily clicking away,
me testing a thousand different poses,
swirls and blending dabs of chaos,
...

Do they exist?
Because I didn't exist to them until I stepped on the bus.
I won't exist after I step off;
I'll be a short image
...

So many things remind him of his ex,
every day,
his attention is completely conditional.
With all his glorious wounds, he rolls in salt,
...

It's been said
(hasn't it)
that there are girls you don't marry.
Too much like Roman candles,
...

When I felt good,
I was just good enough for you.
When I felt powerful,
that was power for you to use,
...

I shook my apple right in your face,
I fed you pomegranate seeds,
one by one,
until you choked up.
...

The sun rose and echoed through my white curtains.
The flags above my bed say
'Om Mani Pad-me Hum'
In the warm light,
...

To my most dear and prized possession, freedom. I've given everything to be free and I don't regret it.

In the beginning, I felt I had failed,
(crying into crumpled papers and thrown-out wedding rice)
...

'How many will say, 'forgive, ' and find a sort of absolution in the sound to hate a little longer! '
-Alfred Tennyson

The edge still leans out under my feet,
...