MUSED Literary Magazine.


Erren Geraud Kelly

Third time. You appear
Out of my wishes at the
Food truck
A genie, straight out of a monk
You are as magical as a centerfold
I wanted to run my fingers through
Your hair
Your voice, soothing as a callas
You are divine, you are oblivion
You are the football pulled away from
You said you lost my email
Im thinking a likely story,
But I take your word for it
And give you a different email address
Hoping a message will come
From you
Like an oasis I see in a desert

Good things come in threes
If its the third time,
It was meant to be
Or at least god will be kind enough
To give me amnesia

So I can forget about you