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