top of page

THREE POEMS by ASHLEY VARELA

RETURN TO SENDER


don't believe everything the postcard says

i don’t wish you were here

 

FEVER DREAM


on the top floor

of my favorite mall

there is a room:


a room with the best air conditioning

and soft carpet interlaid with stars,

a room ringed with easels

of thomas kinkade cottages

that will only be sold

to the richest mall women.


in the center of the room

is the most magnificent bubbling pond

out of which

all the dead mall cats come,

suds in their fur,

purring

to be pet like kittens.


pet them.


you must.

 

PISSING CONTEST


do you think you are

much lonelier than the moon?

“i doubt it,” she sniffs.

 

Ashley Varela is a queer writer & author based in Seattle, Washington.


bottom of page