Three Micropoems by Nolcha Fox

Juice

Every word a tiny knife

that slashed deep chasms

in her skin.

The day squeezed grapefruit

in the cuts, and how 

they burned, they burned.

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Dangling

Conversations swim away.

I try to lure them with a worm

that dangles, wiggles,

doesn’t catch a thing.

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What He Is

He is a sonic boom

wrinkling my walls.

He is a disco ball

reflecting the sun.

He is a bullet

searching for the sky.

He is an oil slick

evading the record of his misdeeds.

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[A note by poetess Nolcha Fox :-

Thanks to Carly M Cherry’s poem, "They Tried to Race the Moon" for some of the words and images I used.]

© Nolcha Fox 

Buffalo, WY, USA

nolchafox@yahoo.com

Poetess Nolcha’s poems have been curated in print and online journals. Her poetry books are available on Amazon and Dancing Girl Press. Nominee for 2023 Best of The Net. Editor for Open Arts Forum, Chewers & Masticadores, Garden of Neuro. Accidental interviewer. Fake news faker.

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