Eight a.m. Brooklyn, New York

Starbucks Cafe, their internet sucks

This time last year we were two points of a triangle,

even Jenna-Roll-Brawl couldn’t crack our three wall

When I broke my leg on that incomplete apex jump

you sat cross legged on my bed in Mile End Hospital

reading Half of a Yellow Sun by Chimamanda Ngozi Adiche

The time we smoked filter-less ciggies watching

Marquis de Sade’s Justine

Countryside visits with mémère,

her daily prayers for you to join the convent

You held my hair when I threw up

the one too many Kamakazes

petit-déjeuner the next day

you: Huevos Rancheros with crème brulee

me: squeezed orange juice, two aspirins on a plate

That spring morning we skated along the Champs-Élysées

I have loved you since you were a fetus

je t’aime,

Princess Slayer

Slay,

I covered my arms at Memere’s memorial today

she never liked my tattoos, I got a new one yesterday

purple lilacs like the ones in her garden

Mama loved the lilies you sent

It has been too long my derby wife

I found this recipe on the food network site

eggs, salsa, beans and jack cheese, lol New Years Eve

I am currently reading The Sexual Politics of Meat

Try outs tonight wish me luck

bon soir,

Sweet Skates

Susan Allen‘s poems have appeared in Long Island Quarterly, the Poets’ Performance Association Literary Review, Perspectives II, Whispers and Shouts, Sounds of Solace, Bards Annual, and Grabbing the Apple anthologies. Her chapbook, Ticklish Pink, was published by Dancing Girl Press in 2018