worthy of panties

i sent you the polished ones..those more

refined, those you can take home to mother,

the ones with the tees and the eyes crissed

crossed and sanitized.. properly dressed -

the ones i’d put on my panties for

words just for your eyes...sans the stencil

stamped duplicates that i’ve whored all

through the internet…with their skirts up,

trying to get a stint at the elite of the

poem journals...you’ll get the prim and

and precise…the generic with the served up

sedation of ad nauseum cloud language...the

poster child musings of new fangled poets

but they’ll get the thorns, luscious, lascivious

with a side of my spleen.

When not writing poetry, Emalisa Rose enjoys crafting and birding. She volunteers in animal rescue and tends to cat colonies in the neighborhood. Her latest collections are “Connected by sparrows,” published by Origami Poems Project” and “On the whims of the crosscurrents,” published by Red Wolf Editions.