Love Poem
I love the tingling
warmth that lingers
in my mouth after
I bite your crust.
If I could breathe
food, you’d be
the oxygen that
my lungs crave.
I long for you
on those days when
my lips don’t brush
against your skin
but the withdrawal
from your taste
is what makes
you and me special.
Situationship
Phone rings.
I jet into the shower
& leave home with
a sweet-scent of nightshade.
My sunburnt skin
soaks in car smog
and summer sweat.
I arrive late to my lover’s,
my body’s worn out,
so all we do is cuddle.
Plutonic Friends
My phone spies on me.
She autocorrected
‘platonic’ to ‘plutonic’.
Plutonic friendships:
ones that degrade in status
as truth is unravelled
by the hands of time.
Plutonic friends:
spawns from hell,
made from igneous rocks,
ready to smoulder me
at any given chance.
My phone knows all too well,
I’ve been doused in oil &; ignited
by those I once called friends.
Fish Gods
A severed head floats
in saline water, terror
tattooed in its eyes.
Fish nibble flesh,
chew on seaweed hair,
fly into gaping mouth
&; flop on rotting tongue.
The fish gods have
blessed the school
with human meat.
Jeremy Mifsud is a queer and autistic poet from Malta. Social ineptitude becomes a catalyst for his art as he weaves unsaid words into poems and stories. He is the author of the poetry collectionWelcome to the Sombre Days (2018). More of his works appear or are forthcoming in Please Hear What I'm Not Saying (2018), Terse, Little Lion Literary, Constellate Magazine, and more. You can find Jeremy on his website or on twitter.
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