You know, I can’t picture the boughs of ivy Without your face Our house keys shiny in your palm, Your hands soiled, unfit for a fortune teller Crack open a beer, this is our place And you laugh, a ribboned psalm And you gasp, a liberated sigh Greeting me in every one of your beautiful thoughts We order McDonald’s, we clean the Formica With their brutally cheap napkins And you feed me fries The moon is almost full in her sweltering Aries phase, the dutiful woman on fire And nothing inside me cries More than this shifting desire Copyright ©️ Kimberly Virga 2026

Girl I will eat toast for the rest of my life Please don’t make me go to WORK I belong in windswept meadows And among different rocks and streams I belong smoking a cigarette on the porch, writing And I know this because my dreams Tell me so I am a pioneer for poetry, I am its happiest Parishioner Girl girl girl Can we walk these moored lands ….can we possibly hold hands? The wares of a woman construct me, Her heart will destruct me Like no other And I know because your laugh in My tangled hair is the preacher Yet Somehow I still can’t reach her Copyright ©️ Kimberly Virga 2026

My best friend spent the night I was so happy, mom & dad didn’t fight Daddy drank of course, tonight loving mood I was grateful, he passed out all was good Sandra Jean decided she was bored Begged me to sneak out I was floored No I said, I was too afraid, I went to sleep I woke up three hours later them trying to creep Into the bed quietly her and my best friend I was shocked my friend had bravely went They didn’t get caught on that late night Next morning after details I was ready to fight They had went met my puppy love had fun My anger at that moment hotter than the sun For days I refused to speak to either I couldn’t trust my sister or friend neither CDK 5-15-2026

VOL. I You disguised yourself as an angel of light flitting around with smiles and joy words like sweet nectar dropping hope and light VOL. II. I see a crack in your wings the flitting has become more of an annoying thumping your countenance shows slightly darker once refreshing words are dripping sinister sarcasm as a sword drips blood from piercing VOL. III A hew of darkness invades the light you once exposed You no longer fly anger exudes your every movement your countenance is the color of death your words, the sound of the grave VOL. IV WHO ARE YOU? Fanged creature, with claws like a dragon Hell is your countenance your tongue destroys everything it touches Sucking the flesh and sinew from the bones You have given yourself over consummated with evil and now you are no longer Sealed forever in your book of lies. @ Copyright, Tolbert, M D., All rights reserved