Poetry

Three Poems

by

melissa Davis

Amsterdam

Breathing in the chilled gas
I stiffen my gait to combat
Rather,
Try and exhale the tropics
In this freeze
My distracted expression witnesses
A porno
A homicide
A horror
A fantasy,
Nonetheless
Explores these fragmented and
Boney streets
Of the Netherlands.

My Birthday

They all sing along
To my birthday song; three cheers!
I’m closer to death.

As the Weather Turns

Iced rivers lay still
Skeleton trees clothed in snow,
An old man freezes.