Pale Ale
You loved Pale Ales and green American Spirits
My favorite kind of red flag
Bannering across my amber eyes
Love can taste like unemployment and dead ends
Tuesday night in a crowded bar
I order a Pale Ale to mirror my desperation
Relate to you, if I can
Taste the same poison on your tongue
Maybe I am an acquired taste
An addiction you can get used to
I slip a cigarette out and dangle it from a smitten grin
Can you see?
I am any girl in the bar
Let me materialize your fantasy
Of a hollow girl who likes Pale Ales
And green carton cigarettes
I down the rest of my beer
Light the end
Because I am a cocktail woman
In mild panic
That maybe you’ll see it’s all an act
Maybe a Pale Ale can get your attention
I Can Be a Bride
I can be a bride
Make shift me into an arts and crafts piece
Cut out my dreams like paper snow flakes
The white jagged remains scatter the floor
We can sweep them up into a pile
Realize these parts of useless
Cannot mold them in the dream
You imagined
Prized horse, parading
Flashing jewelry on my dainty finger
Maybe I can become more beautiful
Am I good enough for your mother?
Measure my worth
With a ruler and then tape
Wrap around the ideal mindset
That you’re loving enough to commit
Should I be your bride?
My ambitions die at the I do’s
Let’s keep your visions alive
Fold me small
Daring you to tear my sides
Blind my eyes
With pretty things
I can be a bride
Drag me through the road
Chained by a ring
Don’t you love
Your favorite arts and crafts piece?
Mia Amore Del Bando was born and raised in Long Beach, California. She is a Los Angeles based flight attendant. Her profession allowed her to travel to several countries and practices her independence wherever she goes. She has been featured in The Art of Everyone, You Might Need To Hear This, Flora Fiction, Inlandia, and others. Her work has been published in-print by Wingless Dreamer and Poets Choice. She is a faithful friend, difficult daughter, and selfish lover.
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