me and the boys
by
Meg Baird
I’m older now
I realize this
we closed our eyes
in corporeal bliss
we kissed
and kissed
and kissed
I’m older now
I realize this
my lips are shriveled
breath is dour
and there is little desire
to close my eyes
and try them on for size
this makes me laugh
my heart is glad
for all those kisses
I once had
this makes me laugh
my heart is glad
for theirs are much the
same!
Meg Baird
can be found in the ezine archives of Yellow Mama, Twisted Sister, Anemone
Sidecar, Open Heart Forgery, Apollo’s
Lyre, and Prachya Review, as well as the paper publications Fluidity, CV2: Poetry Only, Expressions,
and Fourth Floor Images. She enjoys
performing in cafes, libraries, bars and special events. Poetry, her own and
that of others, has saved her life on more than one occasion. Say no more!
Cindy Rosmus originally hails from the Ironbound section of Newark, NJ, once voted the “unfriendliest
city on the planet.” She talks like Anybodys from West Side Story and everybody from Saturday Night Fever. Her noir/horror/bizarro stories have been published in the coolest places,
such as Shotgun Honey; Megazine; Dark Dossier; The Rye Whiskey Review, Under the
Boardwalk, and Rock and a Hard Place. She is the editor/art director of Yellow Mama and
the art director of Black Petals. She’s published seven collections of short stories. Cindy is
a Gemini, a Christian, and an animal rights advocate. She has recently branched out into photo illustration, under the
guidance and mentoring of Ann Marie Rhiel.