My Mother Called to Say
Cold coffee
spilled jam
blackberry
punched stains
on white
skin
wash away
the sweet
sweat
and clean
the bed
sheets
I want
more than
you
hope calls
one ring
echoes
between us
I reach
you
leave instead
“I am
alone.”
On the
other end
nothing
which might
be better
when
nothing means
exactly the
same
when he’s
here or
not.
Breaking silence
a sigh
“Oh,
my Dear
what a
waste.”
Ashley B is a poet from Denver, Colorado She is an English lit major with a gift for writing. Check out more of her poems here and keep an eye out for featured posts in the future
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