Emily As We Were Given a Room With a Balcony
Art is open-aired
& Emily is art.
I have seen her breasts
swing from the street
& known I wouldn’t have
to paint anything
ever again. I wrote this
poem only after
I took the blurry picture
from beneath her. I never
am able to quite frame her
Emily As the Light Folds Into Darkness
I used to claim
but that was
when I was drinking
Now, I know
she is the best kind
I’ll let you know how
dark her magic gets
when she’s done
I’ll be that snap of light
folded into itself
to please her.
Emily As We Separate the Teeth From Our Smiles
The cure sauntered into our lives
& kissed us on the damn mouth
before we knew what it was.
I welcome the affection of any truth,
but Emily wasn’t so happy when she found
out that she would have to stop
drinking as well if we were to stay married.
She hasn’t stopped drinking
& we’re still married but she knows
exactly what that kiss meant. She knows
how to identify my body if it’s found outside
our house. That’s enough for her.
Artwork by: Michelle Granville
Michelle Granville is a mixed media artist living in the west of Ireland. Her work has appeared in or is forthcoming in Dodging The Rain, Riggwelter Press, Telltale Chapbooks and Sad Girl Review among others.