Resubmitting

Resubmitting
Sara Bickley

The gum-flaps taste of dust
on all my envelopes.
I’ll lick them if I must.

My laziness and lust
have mooned my horoscopes.
The gum flaps: “Taste of dust.”

I dare not feel disgust
for over-sugared hopes.
I’ll lick them if I must!

My plans are pocked with rust.
My tongue, nostalgic, gropes
the gum-flaps’ taste of dust.

There’s no more time to trust
the magazines’ codpopes:
I’ll lick ’em — if I must.

It’s publish now or bust,
for I am on the ropes.
The gum-flaps taste of dust.
I’ll lick them if I must.

about the author
Sara Bickley is a poet (you may have seen her work in Every Day Poets or Lucid Rhythms) and part-time newspaper carrier (you may have seen her work in Oakwood or Kettering).