Two-Headed Coin


You said you’d love me,

till I lay cold

in a box of walnut with silver handles;

now I turn the electric blanket to two,

and keep my socks on at night.

You promised to wear your ring with pride,

but melted it down

for thirty dollars,

You wanted to fall

asleep inside me; rock

me awake in the mornings.

Yet you dove into her at lunch.

You convinced me to follow you to

lands I’d never seen,

and left me lost in the transit lounge, then

you built me a house of paper

and left with the umbrella

when it rained.

You promised me tails,

and left me with a

two-headed coin.


Author: Jo Bryant

I was born in the land of Banjo Paterson, gum trees, and weather extremes. I am a freelance writer. I live in the Bay of Plenty, New Zealand, but still like to claim my Australian heritage. I graduated with a Bachelor of Communications in 2008. I am writing my first novel. I love to write poetry, short stories, and also write for the web. And there is nothing that is on a par with a sunny summer's day spent at Waihi Beach.

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