L'Angley S Delmonte Poems

You used to lie in bed
Fingers tracing down to
Count your ribs
One at a time
...

Hurry
The telephone is ringing
Please put it down
Hang it up
...

Hold me hanging above the swing set
Shiny green and newfangled
My body is too big for me now
Let me run across to the far tree
...

Here:
not as in the location.
I know that
chains and bells
...

When the asphalt sucks in the sun
your feet yellowed and calloused
Where do we go?
Body pressed to the cold linoleum
...

, with breath
like
liquid slightly viscous lovely
something
...

the car seat
and you-
it's all water-
holds its shape,
...

nonsense words are
comfort
when you're falling
...

Something's sinking
Something's swaying
Something's throbbing
Everything is spinning
...

There's nothing left
To say
I've let everything I am
Everything I hate
...