Mary Clark is a writer from Tulsa, Oklahoma living in Los Angeles. I volunteer with the Prison Education Project, teaching creative writing. I am 26, identify as a woman and work as a nanny and bartender in L.A. I am excited to share these poems from what I hope will be my first collection of poetry.
coat hangs on the back of his chair
he’s watching compilations
Nora is here
sifting through Cisneros
I have been thinking about joker all day
he rises in front of his coat
stumbling through Tupperware
everyone came here from somewhere
the movie just went like this:
what is loneliness?
is it my fault?
looking at a bruised peach
as if I made it up
I’d be jealous of me
shielding the sunset on
a gravel driveway
sitting here with the remains of my manicure
on another person’s table
sitting with her while she beads bracelets that say whore and slut
for her first day of high school
this (teen) dream is a centerfold
or a rope unhooked
through my hands