2 Small Poems (Jig, New)

beautiful-nightmares-goldenfish,1366x768,63412Nicoletta Ceccoli


Whatever your words they ensnare

As a worm flexing on a arched talon

Whenever I approach the hunger

Perforates my palate and all my words

Minced together with blood

Sound to my own ears like paper

The expense of your flesh is too high

And I shall not be fooled again

By your histrionic jig or any

Of the asthmatic songs

In accompaniment


Your smile settles as a paring knife

Into my ash-white heart carving out

Such delicate slivers

That if I did not know better

I’d think myself again a child

For the pain is so articulate

That one of us must be new