Milk, Milk, Lemonade - 3 Poems / by D.M. Jerman


True Story-


We sit in powdered down furniture
to keep the bugs away.

The candles were lit from stolen lighters.

Dishes are clean, and away,
but the peanut butter is out.

All days
become
Saturdays.


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Self Portrait, Evening-


One light.

Paint from earlier
dried on my arms.

Some white wine
on the night table
and a kind of
holding pattern.

Book unfinished.
Shower untaken.

This movie has great music
and
River Phoenix.


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Eleven and Seven-


Your heartbeat is shaking the bed.
Sniff, shift,
Sleep.

Your heartbeat is shaking the bed.

I suppose you think
it's going to cry
for you.