Two Poems by Teisha Dawn Twomey

Wan­derun­lust

I want to believe in truck stop din­ers
blue­ber­ry pan­cakes, vaca­tion vil­lages

on the way to nev­er ever again land.
By morn­ing, I’d think any place

could be home. I con­tin­ue to car­ry
old key chains with me.

They fail to unlock any doors
but open as many cold-ones

as I need. So, I call my old­er broth­er.
He is always on vaca­tion and I ruin

his good time. He has pre­dictable advice
on the oth­er line, I should real­ly take

care. Tonight I’m smashed-mouthed
and stormy. Some­times I’m like that.

grand illu­sion destroyed. I want that
tonight. To be unlike me, soft-spo­ken

and sweet. A child un-
will­ing to take off her boots

back­pack off, laces
laced too tight.

A Female Red­back

Spi­der looms her tough untidy web
anoth­er male offers up his abdomen

som­er­sault­ing towards her mouth­parts
in exchange for a moment or two close

to her. This vul­ner­a­ble pos­ture only elic­its
a preda­to­ry response. The small­er he is

the more force­ful he’ll be can­ni­bal­ized.
This first and last instinc­tu­al barter

ben­e­fi­cial to the species mutu­al­ly.
He doesn’t con­sid­er the pros and cons.

He’s dri­ven towards her snare, the dance
in his loins, a nev­er-end­ing con­go of broth­ers

to come after and before lined up
at her door. She tidies her untidy trap

nev­er waits too long. Same old song
on the radio and a young woman prac­tices

tying anoth­er slip­knot behind a locked door.
The female Red­back spi­der has it pret­ty good.

Not just a girl in this coun­try-bump­kin town.
has pow­er­ful limbs, a set of fangs, no step-dad­dy

too young for the moth­er but not for the daugh­ter.
The female Red­back Spi­der bears a bright blaze

on its abdomen. It warns: don’t draw too close
you’re sure to lose a hand. That’s just how it is

plain as day, seems fair and square. Sure
as shit, her ven­om could kill a full-grown man.

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2 Responses to Two Poems by Teisha Dawn Twomey

  1. Eliz says:

    The last time I heard you read it was -I think atOut Of The Blue ( the orig­nal space ) -
    I liked what I heard-
    I like these bet­ter !

  2. Real­ly lov­ing the style here. Orig­i­nal and fresh; bring­ing the writ­ers per­son­al­i­ty to the fore I feel. Shall be look­ing for more of your work

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