Alicia Mathias (4 poems)
CONSUME
between open
and ache
breathe
your name
near the end
a verb
where you
began
to write me
closer
to you
falling
back in
side
the black
hole
of your
being
Black and White Patch of Snow Outside My Bedroom Window
where
two
zebras
rested
snug
in early
Spring
far from
home
traveling
through
my mid-
day
dream
our
typed
love
letters
melt
as my
hair
snags
in
rivers
of
your
absence
crash
when my mind
runs
Out of ink
and forgets
how to write you
Back to me
swans trail
cobalt lines
Of moon
long from summer
bruised
Skies
where I hear
your voice
Unmasked
roars
of a nose dive
Silver-seared
la tristesse durera toujours —Vincent van Gogh
Last Words
sometimes
when i see
his Wheat
field
with Crows
I make
up
my mind
alone
decide
to move
blue
long
into
death
holding
his
hand
on
a
whim
Alicia Mathias is a poet, photographer, and singer. Her poems have appeared in: Unlikely Stories Mark V, The Bitter Oleander, Ann Arbor Review, January Review Journal, and The Canopy Review, with new work forthcoming in Clockwise Cat, and elsewhere. She lives and writes in New York, with her favorite muse, Zeppelin the Wonder Cat.