Yves K Morrow

Yves is an American living in Sweden with her husband of 16 years and her 8 year old daughter. She is a stay at home mom with a degree in Nutrition and Dietetics. Yves’ poetry deals primarily with mental illness and what it’s like living with PTSD and Disassociative Disorder.

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Game

Let us play an innocent game. I’ll start with calling you dumbo. You can call me any name. Send me texts. Ask me anything. I’ll read but won’t reply. Don’t ask why. Wish me birthday. Send me flowers. Then watch me online for hours. I can be busy, try to understand. Get offended but don’t […]

Iceberg

I am romanticized as modern-day hot blond from chick romantic comedies. I am (as sarcastic as) butt-throbbing (spankings). I am characterized as sweet & delicate cotton-candies, and visualized to lick lollipops. (I turn people into stones.) They (don’t) know me (yet). I am recognized by my thighs and my bosom. I get people high (then […]

Mutant

I carry sculptures of the lovers upon my lips. Like a looping song inside my head whose penultimate lines I cannot recall. Like writing on the wall. No one could mend me when they really tried. I changed when they opted to go and I let them. They thought I was cold like a serpent. […]

Discrete

I walk counting pebbles. I’m discrete so my shadow is not strangled. I’m not really a fan of locking eyes. When I do, I end-up locking horns. No one has the capacity to dismantle me. My own expectations are enough. I’m cursed for I see-through. I’m cursed for I say truth. I’m doomed for no […]

Window

August 23rd. I witness a mystery through my bedroom window. A limp architecture, garnished in sour grapes secret – Victoria’s secret, lying beside the queen-size bed of her apartment. One hand little inside her underwear other on Mr. Mercedes sitting right on her face. The faint sound of music from 80’s and smoke lifting from […]

Yves K Morrow

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