Two Poems by Layla Lenhardt

 

 

 

 

Art by Lily Bell

 

Bone Hoarder 

 

You were a dream that I had 

never woken up from.  The statues 

were crumbling & you pulled me down

 

past their marbled grayness, down into the only 

patch of greenery left in my life.  You kept me

there in secret. With your finger pressed 

 

staunchly against pursed lips, you took me under 

humming street lamps & in cloth passenger’s seats. Each time 

you buried trinkets in my rib cage, weighing me down, 

 

hoarding secrets in my bones. The stillness in the summertime

slumber made me believe if we never opened our mouths for them,

we could hideaway inside of each other forever. 

 

When the birds had left, their southern trajectory was a Rorschach

blotting the August air. But you flew North & I had to keep 

reminding myself that you were real. That the dead 

 

orchid in my room was more than a metaphor, 

that we could both see the same stars dying

in the same night sky.

 

 

 

Suburban Grief 

 

Sara saunters over, tiptoeing.

The asphalt roof, the slope

of the shingles scratches our legs.

Guitar trills twists perfectly

with her lips, curved into an inner tube 

exhaling the suburban grief. 

The pink of her nipples, communion wafers.

and I was begging for God.

 

We shimmied through splintered panes,

the night was our rectory.

She sang in falsetto and my goosebumps 

prickled triumphant 

while the stars met their death above us,

like marshmallows in hot chocolate.

Fizzing quietly to a sad end.

 

Someone asked me once,

about the best cigarette I’ve ever had.

It was on the tongue of a girl

too old for her age, too busy for her body.

Her thighs, her legs, 

not quite long enough

to patch the distance. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Layla Lenhardt is the founder and editor-in-chief of 1932 Quarterly. She has most recently been published in Peeking Cat Poetry, 1932 Quarterly, and the forthcoming Door Is A Jar and Street Light Press. She is from the North East, but she currently resides in Indianapolis and she believes that you can never have enough cats. www.pretzel8byteslite.wordpress.com

 

 

 

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