Poems by Fusha Del Mar
Spenserian Sonnet #1
Give me the roll of fusha duct tape, right here, son.
I’ll wrap you up there, in a dentist chair.
I’d spare the gun, ‘cause I’d rather choke your air.
They say (I’m) starting to become undone.
Just need the sea, just need a telescope to be.
I’m not evil, just a locust falling from some lair.
That is the way us monsters fight, like brown bears.
Not ‘shamed that this is how I became.
Your favorite name to call me out is Cunt.
My favorite thing to call you is a drunk.
This is why I started rolling up blunts.
I’ve learned how to play, prey, run, and hunt
Personally I wish we were all (just) plain monks
My loves, this game is all a final stunt
Spenserian Sonnet #2
Pull up to rehab facility stumbling
A blood alcohol level that could kill
Family and friends should have seen her mumbling
All we could hear was the <ringing> of a drill
In the head, she couldn’t imagine a future
Glad to have the whole house alone that Summer
Silence began to heal wounds with sutures
Group therapy told me I was a big drummer
To wish that someone was never born to you
Is a cosmic crime, that I must forgive
That was a very specific type of blueish zoo
How does one start to filter and out sieve?
There’s no easy path—love—of summarizing
A mother’s sting is the most terrorizing