Liz Axelrod

Poems, Essays, Reviews, Stories, Moon Cycles & Goddess Worship


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Thaw

Holly’s had enough
She sighs and arches closer
to the doorway

Her berries no longer speak
of gifts and glamour
She’s just a mess of red
Spiked leaves aholly snownd branches
weighted down with white.

Destroy these days of isolation
Skinny months of streaming nonsense
and fighting traffic snarls
on my Netflix que

Honeyed teas might sooth
but I want ice-picks
muscles pounding hard

Scrape my windshield
Burn my frozen doors
Wipe the bloody needles
buried under Holly’s feet.

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Weekended

Friday mourning
slit-eyed at my hollow desk
Seven hours sleep beats three
the night before nothing
beats your torso wrapped on mine
Braced my face deep inhale
curling chest hairs tracing
brown and blond locked in
clocked in alarm set: 2:15am
Cold cab harsh to warm cave moments
dark and eyes pasted to the bridge
Can’t run
my fingers through my hair
Buildings, lights, a blur
How much time to Penn
Station moving into sight
The clock sighs 3:00a.m
Good Night

Image
Saturday
35 flights up and still sirens?
Wind whips ash from balconies
Cold warm deep depth dive
dove darling mindless
searchpoint lost to smoke
wine, time, and justus
Embrace this lost direction upside
down GPS garbled giddy vocals
turning sharp left into arms
trashing corners
Vertical? Horizontal?
V
E
R
T
I
C
A
L?
HORIZONTAL?
(Yes, that’s better).
Spring forward:
Where did that hour go?
5:19am train filled with lost
Mohawk boys and cheerleaders screaming
“We won we won we won the game!”
Keep your mouth shut
on the drunken train
Kiss me quiet
(yes, that’s better)

Brunching home with adolescence—
Teenage hopping round the room
textphone inhand
First kiss business!
While you and I laugh and
worry ‘bout our nakedness
Inbed dreaming crazy
red and grey school colors
Waking azure and hot day smoking
Navigate sand and high tides
Rocks not ready for spring yet
budding green anyway
Sharpen knives slice thick
dip in egg
Strawberry soup me
on top
inbed
Maple syrup messlick away
Navigating
Sunday