Melissa Prunty Kemp

30 Day Poetry Challenge: National Poetry Writing Month

DAY 13

 

 

 

No Satisfaction

 

Springtime means I’m climbing the walls

no lover calls

seeking rutting

pollen dusting

 

blown off pines, stuck to our sweated

thighs just mated.

Phone doesn’t ring

surprising thing.

 

Nothing left to do but write a

poem, put away

my rising sap

stuck in my lap.

 

 

© 4/13/14 by Melissa Prunty Kemp