Delicacy

I'm not the leftovers

from dinner,

or the crumbs at the 

bottom of the bag. 

I'm a god damn delicacy,

meant to be savored by

someone with an

experienced palette.

Not someone who lives

off of freezer meals

 and calls it
       

        "fine dining."

-b.m.

Apart

I like to think of the moon

as a friend of mine,

when I'm lonely at night.

Even he's gone too soon

'cause of sunshine,

and her blinding light.

-b.m.

Tongue Tied

All of the words I wanted to say

but didn't

dripped off my tongue 

like vodka 

with no chaser.

A bitter aftertaste.

A gateway to regret.

-b.m.