Two Poems
Phantom Habit & Orlando Or Lando
by Sarah Michael
Phantom Habit
Never smoked a fag
but I wake up every morning
reaching for one
artificial motivation
the internal well dry
every moment a D.I.Y.
I see my brother on the curb
one between his fingers
shy guilt for the habit
Freud’s shade mocks
generations gnaw nerves
but I get up anyway
Orlando Or Lando
Three spirits visit me in the night.
I tell them, let me wake as a woman.
I have been chaste, I have been pure, I have
followed all the rules or paid for the few I have
broken, I don’t want this to be my life’s longing.
If not, then just leave it be and never whisper
of the life I could have or the freedom of mind
and allow me to smooth over everyone
with careful style of cloth and wit.
Make me content with what is
or make what should be.
Meanwhile, I will be a “dolphin
dying in Ionian seas.”
Sarah Michael lives in Maryland with her wife and cat. She swore to Sappho that she would go unwillingly.