One Night Stand
I hate
the way you make me feel tonight -
the naked bruising scrape
of innocence
off shoes.
Intergalactic Virus
I am
an eraser,
an afterthought at the
end of the universe's sharp
pencil.
I swim
into human
bloodstreams to chap thin skin,
forming parchment for telling new
stories.
I am
the eraser,
all that remains after
the pencil breaks and all parchment
is gone.

Return to the front page of this issue:
Amaze Vol.
3, No. 1 Spring
& Summer 2004
Go to the
Poets & Authors page for the poet's
biographical sketch and email link.
These poems are Copyright © 2004 by Karen L.
Newman.