I’ve been in the market for a pair of wings [I’m too distracted to snag a no-good guy]
and maybe a doe-eyed girl who sings soprano [who promises liquor, lies, and lips]
It’s been so long since I’ve allowed myself to [radiate like hell in this cold. The calamity is a ruthless]
climb on the keys of an old piano, becoming a [magnet, so I let them all see my]
discomfort. The more I change, the more I fake[desire for this. I can’t stand]
hearing that lonely pitch straining [to get along without him.]
Jamie Haddox is a hockey mom and writer from Minnesota. She holds a BA in Creative Writing from Metropolitan State University. Her work has appeared in “Gyroscope”, “Pretty Owl Poetry”, and Drunk Monkeys. In her spare time, Jamie loves engaging in witty banter, Cards Against Humanity, and reading lots of books.