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Poems by Ashley Mares
By Ashley Mares
When I kneeled next to the bed to pray
as a child, I would plead God
to make me beautiful. Now women
look me in the eyes and say
You'll make him fall in love –
Lust after your scent and fight
the urge to intertwine with your
When you cock your shoulder
your clavicles point
towards him like an arrow –
Beckoning him to take
a step forward.
A décolletage worth highlighting
with his lips so he can claim
her as his.
Your laughter hexed him into
believing you're the only woman
with blue eyes. You're not
just a pause between silences. But
a voice that sings the only lullaby
that will wake him. When his dreams
intersect with your skin his eyes
Her marrow never mixes with
his – it stays within the
confines of her bones.
But he tousles her hair and
thinks that's enough.
The Night Ravages
When it's dark out the wind passes
through my marrow and caresses
my bones with its icy fingertips. Our
bodies are in a constant state of breaking
down. I only think of this in the night. The unfortunate
side-effect of allowing the dawn to break
in half. When my grandmother was my
age what were her worries that don't seem to matter
now as she sits in her rocker and reads deep
into the night?
* * *
Throw nets on the right
side and at the same
time, throw salt at
whatever has red eyes.
If you don't fall in
the water you can run
faster. Away from crows
whose eyes are like
blood. Grab fish
along the way and tuck
them into your coat
pocket, close to your warmth.
Give them a piece of broken
bread and hope they
learn to sprint as their old
home drips away.
* * *
In the night I curl into myself
and listen to the changing tones
of the wall clock. The loneliness
of my bones comforted by the deep
tones. I would see ghosts dancing
in the mirror and wonder who else
knew of their presence. My hands
would outline her form so I could
speculate on her age and maybe
how she came to be here. A piece
of me would be left behind – stuck
in the witching hour. Every evening
I’d dread having to be whole again
as I anticipate the night approaching.
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