Mariel Yovino

A Prison is Just

………………………………A prison is just a yard
………………………………and a house is just some walls –
…………………………………………a lawn but a field
………………………………and a blade of grass
………………………………is a knife hidden in a bar of soap,
………………………………and we know a shiv is a
…………………………………………kiss by another name
………………………………(when someone doesn’t do the dishes).

………………………………We create our stones
………………………………into large cubes
………………………………to store and stretch bodies
………………………………that did us wrong.
………………………………Mausoleums are
………………………………for the living
………………………………when we call them prisons.
………………………………(The dishes get
………………………………washed
…………………………………………one way or another
………………………………and you still never said
………………………………thank you.)

………………………………The grass will grow
………………………………long after we’re under it –
………………………………feeding it
………………………………with all our sorrow
………………………………and bones.

 

If Time Were A Tendon

……………………………….If time were a tendon
……………………………….to connect tissue and bone
……………………………….then all my fingers
……………………………….and all my toes
……………………………….would reach the ends of the universe
……………………………….and pluck the stars down
……………………………….to use as pigment
……………………………… in my makeup kit –
……………………………….the yellow streaks
……………………………….of stars removed
……………………………….would be the lamp
……………………………….to light my room.
……………………………….Grifters know the truest things:
……………………………….the movement of their fingers
……………………………….unweave threads of other men.

© Mariel Yovino

Mariel Yovino has poetry forthcoming in both The West Trade Review and VerbalArt Journal. She pursued a BA in literature at Boston University and now works as a freelance writer in the Boston area. 

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