Wrong Side Of

There were actual tracks
to be on the wrong side of
doors without locks
we had nothing worth stealing
in the crackerbox
house with the faulty wires
and the dark latch closets
my pants were too short
for my growing, growing
the nights were too knowing,
too long

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Italians Throw Oranges

I threw an orange at your head this morning.
This morning is Fat Tuesday.
On Fat Tuesday, Italians throw oranges.
I’m not Italian, but my aim is good.
I threw an orange at your head this morning.
This morning is Fat (Lip) Tuesday.
Tomorrow is Ash Wednesday.
For Lent, I’m giving up.

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She Keeps the Moon

She keeps the moon
to her right
when she runs barefoot
with her skirt hiked high

She cut her teeth on cotton –
got bolls in her throat,
homemade moth wings,
and light on loan.

Skirt hiked high
herself against my hand
Cuts her teeth on my shoulder –
bone beneath the skin.

Moon eats the sky
this time of night.
Wrapped in moth wings,
I’m swallowed light.

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Kelli Simpson is a mother and poet living in Norman, Oklahoma. Her poems have appeared in numerous publications including Snakeskin, Eunoia Review, Third Wednesday, and Picaroon Poetry.