MX-76 by Dana Miller | Streetlight Magazine

Sneerwise, I’ve seen better

Dearborn, without the metal

I’d go on to abort you like any other paperweight hitchhiking across my belly

and just that fast

Grace Kelly has figured out the new math,

I’m afraid

and lordess, but you’re a strict equation

Despite the munitions manifest

under the crown of your abdication

I just keep on loving you like caloric restriction and late-70s cocaine

stretching myself out like St. Swithin’s Day across your salt lick

whole oceans of Tawny Kitaen

Ready

for my Helen Reddy moment

I’d sober up if I were you

The flecks of Roberta Flack in me will leash every lime tiger

leaping out of your 43rd-floor window with a piano strapped to its back

Dana Miller is a writer and melomaniac from Atlanta, Ga. When not wielding a lethal pen, she adores surf culture, muscle cars, vintage clothing, Australian grunge bands, Epiphone guitars, glitter, Doc Martens, and horses of every ilk. Her forever spirit-home is Oxford, England and Radiohead is holding the very last shard of her original girlhood heart.