Two poems

by Alexandra Karnoff
 

Inebriated Compulsion

My rumination
Habitual
Like the drunk
Who sits outside the liquor store
Waiting for the doors to open

Exact amount
In change
In hand
For 40 ounces of Old English
Brown paper skin
Take it home again

Day in Bed

The sun
Low in the sky
The day
Consumed by caress
Our skin
Made blue by the glow of the room

We are not cold
Skin is made moist
By overlapping flesh
Melting off bone
Fusing together
We must atone
For pressed sweat and
Your sandpaper face

Creative Writing, Spring '07