Leslie Anne Mcilroy: Be Quiet
The secret police
wore shirts that said “secret police,”
which makes one wonder.
March 1, 2021 · 1 Comment
Leslie Anne Mcilroy: Call Back
The pink half-gown is tied wrong.
I can’t figure out the strings.
My nipples are hard in the
fluorescent waiting room.
February 2, 2021 · 5 Comments
Leslie Anne Mcilroy: Zoosk | The Pandemic
We stay put, apart,
constant in longing. And that is all
fine, my friends, except the dying
part. Death all around love’s
little sprouting head.
March 27, 2020 · Leave a comment
Leslie Anne Mcilroy: On the Rocks
I love my son so much I no longer call him my daughter. He presses his bound breasts to me when I hug him hello and goodbye. He wants them … Continue reading
June 25, 2018 · Leave a comment
Leslie Anne Mcilroy: Irreparable
This is how the heart breaks. Never fast. Always rust. Tears and a metal-like sorrow, eyes drawn back to before, more like a heavy, yawning yoke. . This is how … Continue reading
June 25, 2015 · 8 Comments
