Chicken Spaghetti

Why I keep my heels

You know what? 
I’m going to make the decision myself,
I’m very inspired by “Twilight,”
I don’t want a summer wedding,
I don’t want to be sweaty,
You’re right, it can’t last forever, 
It’s way beyond pretend,
I have mad options, and
There’s only one Mary O’Shea.

Susan Thomsen, draft April 2026. This poem and its title consist of lines from various overheard conversations in New York, with just a couple of tweaks for sense. I call these works "street poems."

Several weeks ago Poetry Friday folks were talking about twilight and celebrating Marcie Flinchum Atkins' new book, When Twilight Comes: The Animals and Plants That Bring Dusk and Dawn to Life. I was so happy to discover and link to Rosanna Warren's fabulously atmospheric "Darklight." 

Later I remembered the "Twilight" girl on the train. She (unknowingly) supplied several lines of what ultimately became the poem above. So, twilight poem #2! Fittingly, I composed the first draft on MetroNorth, which connects New York and some of the suburbs.

Heidi Mordhorst will host the round up of Poetry Friday posts for April 17th. Go, read!

Moist Poetry Journal is featuring prompts this entire month!

Photo by Susan Thomsen. @kaysuane is the mural artist.