Poems by Erin Jamieson

Mouth


Is my mouth
made of glass
shards you use
to pierce delicate
dreams seep into waking
hours: diaphanous clouds 
burned by swollen words they cannot
release in your shadows -
	

				words that erupt with night sky
				flooding the streets we once
				danced, barefoot: your calloused feet
				my unsteady steps- trusting you 
				to guide me 
						

									
so this is how it ends:
clothing for a week crammed
in the same suitcase I packed
for our honeymoon 

Rain at Night 

at night, rain falls
so quickly 
I can’t remember
where we bought
butter pecan cones
& I pretended 
to like the flavor or
which street has that
one bedroom house
you wanted to buy -
not then, sometime 
in the distant future
when we had our lives
figured out		

About the Poet:

Erin Jamieson (she/her) holds an MFA in Creative Writing from Miami University. Her writing has been published in over eighty literary magazines, including a Pushcart Prize nomination. She is the author of a poetry collection (Clothesline, NiftyLit, Feb 2023).  Her latest poetry chapbook, Fairytales, is available from Bottlecap Press. Twitter: @erin_simmer