Poetry from Brianna Dawn.

Reflections 2015: 24, Thai beer, and mango jelly.

I was so hungry for the nicotine, I was eating the
Secondhand smoke escaping from my mouth
I shook my head downward, to the south
Collecting thoughts, centering focus on the pavement
Why does it smell like piss

I need something with a little more carbonation
I crave the sharp cold tin foil fizz across my tongue and teeth —
Pausing, the door swings open – I’ll get some ice cream or mango jelly,
Maybe cook something like chicken, prepare a salad to feel less like a slacker
Standing outside of the door now. Oh, baby kittens rolling around and sneaking along
Street drains, I think I’ve gained more empty space in my brain and less room for
Pressure points, the “important things” that people rake down my neck like
Marriage or babies or relationships or having some kind of retirement plan
I forgot about the Thai beer can in my fridge – I’ll take it and pour one out for
All the loners like me who are still alone past 24.

Thank you for reading this poem from
Reflections 2015, A Poetry Collection of Written Works by Tiny Fawns
This is a poetry compilation project featuring previously written content that I will share during periods of time when I am not available to provide daily updates. All poems from this collection were scheduled a week in advance. All comments, questions, and ping backs will receive a response once I return.

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