Author Archives: Lisa Rosier
Bad Actors
So there he was
That three-plus decades-old ghost of a love-of-my-life
Did we frolic and promise
I can’t say
Because suddenly, there he wasn’t
Did I wail, unrelenting
Did I bargain
You’re proof of said sale
Virtual man
Band-aid boy
Slapped against my heart, for I wanted healing quick
I let you
Cut me lengthwise with such narcissistic tongue
With this new heartbreak, find me
Not wailing
Not bargaining
Just reflecting
Lesson learned, this
Motherfuckers like you come and go in waves if I let you
Grown woman, now
I heal good, so no next time
Dime a dozen, you, spy boy, and I’ve put away my pocketbook
Reflecting Pool
The moment before
The moment after, and you know
You’ve gasped
Echoed an undying love
Echo a self-healing love
You’ve erred
Love gone awry, again
Love your wronged heart, again
Donuts For Five: A Haiku
We say we trust us
So bring donuts tomorrow
Sprinkles and creme-filled
Kitchen Floor Blues
If
Songstress
Eyes
Ignore
Illusion
Then
Hoping
Heartstrings
Feel
Confusion
This
Artist
Formerly
Into
You
Comes
Harder
Renamed
Singing
Anew
So Solo
Laboring
Carrying
Their nonsensical shit you allowed on your shoulders
No amount of shouting wills it to flee
There is snow now falling atop it, too
Think
What to do
Do this, Lisa, and do not delay
Kiss him goodbye in silence
Without remorse
For he won’t know you’ve slipped away, anyway
Go on girl, in gratitude
To solitude again
Cow Boy and His Girl
Swim away back
An eagerness
All such beautiful
Ask about my windows, World!