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 that quickness, 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 when I can. I change the more I fake [desire for this. I can’t stand]
hearing the pitch wavering too much [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.