2 poems
by darren C. demaree
EMILY AS ONE FOOT ON THE DANCE FLOOR
I have just enough ego
to look like a fool
without Emily around.
EMILY AS SHE’S NO LONGER TICKLED BY THESE POEMS
I don’t think anyone understands.
I am captive. Each of these poems
is a cement block
that raises the tower
Emily never asked me to build.
Each time I write one of these
the tower becomes less
about the woman
& more about me.
Just because I am sober now,
that doesn’t mean I’m not
still terrible. Don’t worry.
I will forget this feeling
soon. I never remember long
enough to be good for her.