Three Poems by Nolcha Fox

 

Grief is a

 

rain-soaked T-shirt

clinging and cold.

 

It’s a suit coat

two sizes too small.

 

It’s a necklace

that chokes.

 

It’s a hole in a shoe.

that attracts pebbles.

 

It’s the pebbles 

in the shoe.

 

It wasn’t buried with the body.

It didn’t leave with the lover.

 

It’s a bad wardrobe to donate

to the Salvation Army.

 

Alone

 

Another broken promise.

Another night without him.

She takes off the ring

he gave her.

She swallows regret,

walks out on waiting,

failure falls away from her shoulders.

For the first time in years,

she savours the silence.

 

Freedom tastes better than diamonds.

 

What’s Wrong with the Old Normal?

 

We lock our doors against the world

but danger still walks in.

The milk delivered to our door

is filled with cyanide.

The bakery truck that stops nearby

sells drugs of carbs and sugar.

The Fuller Brush man is a thief

who looks for goodies he’ll steal later.

The ice cream man makes popsicles

of kids who have gone missing.

Don’t walk barefoot in the park,

the sand hides nails and razor blades.

Now we must be supervised

by cameras and TV

because we’re all too stupid

to know that something’s wrong.

 

Nolcha Fox - Nolcha’s poems have been published in Lothlorien Poetry Journal, Alien Buddha Zine, Medusa’s Kitchen, and others. Her three chapbooks are available on Amazon. Nominee for 2023 Best of The Net. Editor for Kiss My Poetry and Open Arts Forum. Accidental interviewer.

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