Bedtime Stories

Bedtime Stories

My son asks me

if he will find someone to love

he tells me he desires more

than surface talk        

that he seeks deep thought conversations

how do I tell him

Love will file him down to a nub

Peel his skin from his bone

Leave him curled up in a ball

Writhing in an agony

That penetrates so deep

It will open up a crater in his soul

And the hole will never truly close

In the only way I know

I tell him

love is an endless smile

a heart folded into a doughy mix

pressed over and over

worked into an endless supply

of a wondrous bread

that filled the last supper

a comfort so simple it has powered

the universe since



Donna Dallas

Donna Dallas studied Creative Writing and Philosophy at NYU’s Gallatin School and was lucky enough to study under William Packard, founder and editor of the New York Quarterly.  I’m most recently found in The Opiate, Anti Heroin Chic, Beatnik Cowboy and Horror Zine among many other publications. I have just published my novel, Death Sisters, with Alien Buddha Press. I currently serve on the editorial team for Red Fez. I was published prior in Burning House Press


  1. I copied this poem and will share it with my own grown-up son. To add the bitters to that whiskey sour so aptly and with a twist of wit. Thank you Donna Dallas.

  2. Straight wisdom for a new day. You make poetry relevant again.

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