Your glass is rattling,
A broken bell on the rocks,
But it is not time yet.
You scrape the meat to the side,
Then set down the knife, I
Call you in to cut the cake—
Red velvet, a flower arrangement
For you to gently pick at,
You lean over the counter
Grabbing a knife, I say
This time, I didn’t make it
Like you thought I had
Your heart on my cookie tray.
The one I store under the oven—
Four sides of twisted silvers,
The refrigerator keeping
Our temperament cool,
Just look at our reflection—
Bend in the light, a tiny basket
Holds moldy fruit;
Tonight it is going into the bin.
I tell you to open the freezer,
& as you lean I push you in—
Put you on ice for later.
Alexandra Meehan
Alexandra Meehan is a neurodivergent poet and poetry editor residing in Gainesville, Florida. Alexandra earned her BA in English from the University of South Florida in Creative Writing.She has mentored lyricists and has worked as a professional writer and as a creative director. Alexandra enjoys watching foreign films, cultivating carnivorous plants, and painting. She is enamored by wordplay and has a lifelong obsession with Emily Dickinson. Alex's work has appeared in Feminine Collective and Rhythm & Bones Lit. She has a forthcoming poetry book. Follow Alexandra on Twitter @LexMeehan
