Friday, October 13, 2017

Refusing Cinnamon


She was a southern diamond
polished with hairspray
and expectations.

“Girl, stand tall when looking down.
You come from generations
of carrying vinegar on sugar tongues.

Sell them what they think they want
and steal what they need.
It’s only apple pie politics.”

Daddy cut her from the will
because she wouldn’t live the recipe.

©Susie Clevenger 2017

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Sunday, October 8, 2017

Mason Jar Tongue


Everyday there is money
dropped in the swear jar.

I don’t know how much
strength there is in a dirty mouth,
but I’m not going to let bile
dine on my gut because
I had to swallow their words.

Every time there’s a quarter clink
in that clear jar I feel a bit of redemption.

It is visual proof I still have
a lot of fucks to give about life,
and this mason jar confession
is earmarked “charity.”


©Susie Clevenger 2017

Friday, October 6, 2017

Swamp Tears


Swamp tears inch down my cheeks
in a black stream of spoiled moonlight
searching for the hallelujah scream.

Oh, there’s dancing to do, but it takes
time to drown dove cries in freedom.

Ten years of walking whispers needs
to hold a wake for leaving so no soul raker
 can resurrect timid from the grave.

©Susie Clevenger 2017

Thursday, October 5, 2017

Plucked To Dry Moans

I gathered my damndelions,
plucked them to dry moans,
and planted their howls in your pillow.

Crystal and gin, never and again,
a liar is never sorry until caught.

Yesterday’s a corpse.
Tomorrow’s hollow eyed.
The knife harvests drops of blood.

She wasn’t me…I wasn’t her,
but you were always you.
Ashy prayer braids us as one.

The grass never stays green
when lust prowls scarlet light.
Two women purr louder than one.


©Susie Clevenger 2017




Note: Yes, I wrote damndelions.... my made up word. :)