Poems by Linette Marie Allen

The Goldilocks Zone in Watermelon

I love to be murdered just before sunrise was the title of the poem you tied to my bed the night you left me

The Concept of Coming Home


It’s evening—home, a Tuesday;
———and there are pink peonies behind
——————your head

your body, seated, is a falcon fashioned
———by Picasso—sea cubes folding
——————at the elbow

breaking into glass like children. You
———look at me, say don’t
say leave

say of the pasta on your lap: Is this
Thai? Am I a coconut?
I snap

columbines, remind you of sunless morns,
———run a concept over your

Zero, my love, is a dangerous number.


Linette Marie Allen is earning an MFA in Creative Writing & Publishing Arts at the University of Baltimore. Recipient of a Betty Tarpley Turner Research and Travel Award for Poetry, she recently launched a poetry project in Accra, Ghana. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in Pleiades, Notre Dame Review, Prairie Schooner, and elsewhere.



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