2 Monologues in the Idealized Voices of My Young Parents - Danielle McMahon
CONTENT WARNING: death, teenage libido, broken families
1
late our daughter calls The satellite pivots, palms
to dark rooms the balmy night.
spectral blonde like you The stars all strewn about.
tail trailing the milky way she I see Aries.
carries your photograph in I then think of you.
those tiny ivory hands love
you wouldn’t believe
2
still our darling sings Another rainy day.
of wandering stars of Never doubt this.
our pangs and errs she It is always the same.
teeths the golden reeds of the sun The satellite hums.
sets her eyes to blazing Its faces sing.
dust & dreams
Danielle McMahon (she/her) is a writer living in PA. She has been recently published in F-Word Magazine, BLEACH, and Street Cake. She is editor at the newly minted online poetry magazine the engine(idling. You can follow her on Instagram @dehm000.
