and no one
said they heard you
like I did in all the songs
about other girls
you said shut up they don’t
write songs about us
but smiled and swayed
when I whispered
your name is the sigh
of long grass
sharp as glass bottle cuts
on the bare foot of
summer, confetti left
longingly after a parade –
the things that stick and sting
and stay
you called them meaningless
words from an in-love tongue
but I didn’t hear
over the music you make
—
Tiffany Belieu is working hard on her dream of writing. Her work is published or forthcoming in Back Patio Press, Q/A Poetry, Muskeg Magazine, Rabid Oak and The Mantle among others. She loves tea and cats and can be found @tiffobot on Twitter