She liked to play good girl/bad girl.
She didn’t like poetry,
all that swallowing.
I would be tipsy outside my brain.
Scattered one-night stands
in the bathroom stall, three
in the back of my closet,
several that get mislaid
in the rush.
Like a dream
where my cheeks blush redder than her red convertible.
Ring around a four-poster bed
to a parallel universe,
a thrust of white clouds
a blanched landscape.
Send me fleshy emails—
refill my wine glass till the bottle,
my first true love, burns into the body.
Dress me up in shades of skin.
Drive too fast
past any sign of
before she met me.
Gabriella M. Belfiglio lives in Brooklyn, NY with her partner and three cats. She teaches self-defense, conflict resolution, karate, and tai chi to people of all ages throughout the five boroughs.
Most recently, Gabriella won second place in the 2014 W.B. Yeats Poetry Contest.
Gabriella’s work has been published in many anthologies and journals including E*ratio, Challenger International, Radius, The Centrifugal Eye, Folio, Avanti Popolo, Poetic Voices without Borders, C,C,&D, The Avocet, The Potomac Review, Eclectica, Lambda Literary Review, The Monterey Poetry Review and The Dream Catcher’s Song.
