i brought white roses for your mother, by Vicki Whicker

i brought white roses for your mother

jack. you can call me jill. rainbow black 
electric valentine slow baby, dance me 
crazy, pull me up that hill. i lost my shoes. 
muscled-up hues, coal-fired blues. rescue 
me ravish me kiss me right. no sorrows. 
no tomorrows. no begs. no borrows. kiss 
me right, my slick slick slick groom--

wait    wait   wait
tick tick           boom!

them’s my boxers, them’s your briefs. 
never forget, i brought white roses 
for your mother. never regret. jack. 
you can call me. always. call me. jill. 

​Vicki Whicker

Vicki Whicker, poet and photographer, is a member of Los Angeles Poets and Writers Collective and Bright Hill Press’s Seeing Things Workshop. Writing credits— Entropy Magazine, Pigeon Review, The Nonconformist, La Presa, Movable Type, Spillwords, and more. Her poetry and photography appear in the anthology Seeing Things (Woodland Arts Editions, 2020). A poetry collection, Caught Before Flight (Woodland Arts Editions) was published in 2020. Bucolia, a photography show, debuted at The Word and Image Gallery, Bright Hill Press, 2020. Her photography appears in Orion Magazine’s 2021 Autumn issue.