Smashburger Poem
Bronwen Lam
I love the way you
Smash my burger
Flat as a pancake
Except it’s a burger
I love the way you
Cook my onions
So slow
So sweet
So good
I can’t stop
Eating them
I can’t stop
Thinking about you
Thinking about you
Thinking about you
Smashing my burger
Ice Cream Tears Sex Poem
Bronwen Lam
I do not like poems about ice cream
I do not like poems about tears
I do not like poems about sex
Here is my poem:
A scoop of Jamoca® Almond Fudge
On, not in, a cone
Falls off
He catches it
In his palms
Wet with tears
He offers the scoop
In his palms
Wet with tears
As if he’s offering
His virginity
Metabolism
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She sucked
And she slurped
Her t-shirt a tent
Her body
Beneath
A skeletal sheath
No curves
No fat
No milkshake
Would make
Her a woman
Pantry Fun
Bronwen Lam
Eating chickpeas from a can
I wonder if I’ll ever figure out
How to feed myself properly
How not to stand
In front of the cupboard
Long after the growling begins
Making random concoctions
To make it shut up
A handful of this
A spoonful of that
A mouthful of both together
I imagine the child
I do not have
Sitting on the counter beside me
Chia seeds between its teeth
Licking peanut butter from its fingers
Extending one in my direction
And offering me
A bite
Bronwen Lam lives in NYC. Her writing has appeared in Forever Magazine, Hobart, Spectra Poets, Heaven Magazine and the Drunken Canal.