I’m Not Talking Sexy Poetry

Hot Mama

Too hot to handle

Photo by Amruth Pillai on Unsplash

I am a radiator
set to high
on the hottest
day of the year.
Steam fizzes
out of my ears.
My face puts
a furnace to shame.
I stick my head
in the freezer,
breathe out
this hot flash
into refrigerated silence.

Flight

Pray and Measure

Why My Trash Bags Have Four Ties and I Have None

Canva image adapted by Amy Sea