Sonny’s Bagels

The jar says tips for girls
the girls are old,
round & Russian
thick sexy accents
Borscht with Sour Cream.

Poured into fitted jeans
gems mounted on rear pockets,
hunched over worn countertops
they sweep butter across

bread, fling beads of
sweat with dingy sleeves.
August in Jersey,
both ovens blasting.

Blushing, I drop a dollar,
she grants me a nod
as her colleague hands me a present,
wrapped in parchment.

(C) 2019 Stacey Z. Lawrence, All Rights Reserved.

Published in Chaleur

Spared

Flat on my back
I taste your breath
as blades
hover for hours,
I will not sleep
despite good weed.

The doctor warned my
nips might tingle, so
I pull the duvet
tight and swaddle
myself, like you did
when you were alive,
to our baby girl.

Under the covers
I use my finger,
hips
lips
clit

nips
pink and hard,

still mine.(C) 2019 Stacey Z. Lawrence, All Rights Reserved.

Published in BIG WINDOWS REVIEW.

Long-List Fish Poetry Prize