Two Poems by Gia Marr

by Leslie Anne Mcilroy


therapy


you could call it
every last need
or daddy issues
or my way of lugging
around my
railway spine
 
call it every year
becomes another
every dread
near death
accident
comes in with me
walking with a cane
on fire
 
at night i dream
up animals
she knows them well
situates them
around the room
as i arrive
 
so here i am
curled up
on a couch
an aberration
a lilac
a wolf

 


Rorschach


After Angel Nafis
 
 
When I show you a baby
picture on a Tuesday
 
I forget you can time travel
so I’m under-prepared
 
I suck on my lip
as you take me in
 
 
Gia       ancient       faced
 
Gia   jam        jar of         roses
 
Gia   hands       refusing      touch
 
Gia   stuck             stacking             doll                                                                              
you are           here and        here                and her
 
 
I remember discovering pockets
my first form of privacy
 
You say bring whatever
you want to me

 
so I read you poems
tell you dreams and
 
you harbor each tear-
drop on your couch
 
I am splayed
privacy can be mine and ours
 
drenched, awake


 Photo of Gia Marr

Photo of Gia Marr

Gia Marr is a poet in the Bay Area writing about therapy.  She has current work in TQ Review and Cosmonauts Avenue.