Sunday Poems

THE MOON OR FENTANYL

THE MOON OR FENTANYL The first two weeks of love pluck out your eyes, Inject you with the finest fentanyl. Those blankets-tossing leave you mummified, But there are many worse ways to be killed. The moon watches from far away and laughs: How lovely, to see her fine influence Reflected in the curling toes and gasps Of lovers who cannot foresee the end. The sightless monster roams the land, seeking That dope he used to smoke when he was young, Some sensation to make life worth living. Those first two weeks of love: he had them, once. The moon or fentanyl, it’s up to you. Most drugs will lie. Love won't tell you the truth. New poems and podcasts every Sunday. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit www.thelizzycoshow.com [https://www.thelizzycoshow.com?utm_medium=podcast&utm_campaign=CTA_1]

KISS THE FEET THAT FROZE

Inspired by Nobody’s Girl [https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Virginia_Giuffre] and the recent arrest of Andrew Mountbatten-Windsor. [https://www.theguardian.com/us-news/2026/feb/20/andrew-arrest-us-reaction-epstein-files-calls-justice] KISS THE FEET THAT FROZE I had one myself: A cousin not really a cousin, A person who taught me that once a door closes It might not easily open, Not in my own time, anyway, But at some distant point on the line, I and those memories Both made their escape in the night. No one holds words in their teeth to respond to the story. It requires lines that folks wish didn’t exist, So they take time to assemble, Tumble out oddly, teetering, fumbling. Trained to be his humble helpmeet, Raised up in the glory of suffering, Good thing I contain multitudes, because There was never enough of me. What an absolute, glass-smashing disaster To rend the body of someone so small. Give me shards over hands, give me finding the fault, Give me something to keep me from punching a hole in the wall. Now, comes the part where I make the patented Lizzy Co positive twist, Take a left in the road to drop off the folks who don’t want to know, Reassure them that the world still has its mighty sunrise glow, And life contains its gifts. The souls who can stay Weren’t born that way. I bow to the people who rattled the same bars I had to, I kiss the feet that froze when they couldn’t run. I can barely behold you for blinking from brightness. Don't you understand what a lantern you've become? Your light burned away all the unlovely madness. It's not your fault you were the chosen one. Thank you so much for reading my work. See you next week. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit www.thelizzycoshow.com [https://www.thelizzycoshow.com?utm_medium=podcast&utm_campaign=CTA_1]

THE NIGHT CAFE

THE NIGHT CAFE Step inside the night cafe: It opens after dark. Baristas froth moon-lattes, And there’s lots of room to park. To pass on by the night cafe Would be a crying shame. Who wouldn’t want to be someplace Where people know your name? A special thing occurs when the stars rise. The doors to the cafe all come unlocked, But no matter how hard you squint your eyes, You won't spot the key-holder. (She’s a fox.) She’s not the only animal you’ll meet If you venture into the night cafe. This place is host to many gentle beasts: Slow-moving vegetarians...mostly. An octopus works four groupheads at once, Steaming the milk just-so as coffee pours. Here, the wait is short, and if your funds Are low, someone will spot you. (But, of course!) A lone wolf washes dishes in the back. In his case, the night cafe provides A bit of time and some space from the pack. He scours, rinses, wipes the cups bone-dry. Some strange hybrid of creature works the till, A thing all feathered, muscular, and free, Alive in the sunlight and counting bills. (That sweet, bizarre, lovely creature is me.) So won’t you come into the night cafe? The candlelight is bright enough for words. Have a seat, your drink is on the way. Your plate is brought to you by chirping birds. When you’re all done, just know you’re welcome back, Each evening, when the sun turns down its sheets. The night cafe will give you what you lack. The night cafe will meet your every need. Thank you for supporting my work. See you next week. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit www.thelizzycoshow.com [https://www.thelizzycoshow.com?utm_medium=podcast&utm_campaign=CTA_1]

FEBRUARY 7, 2026

FEBRUARY 7, 2026 What is the center stone? Is it the man having a tantrum I bounced from the building? Maybe it’s the baby wearing tiny winter boots. Perhaps, the little girl who loves hot chocolate, Or the gleeful perimenopausals cracking each other up. It might be the perfect breakfast sandwich I brought home. It could even be the lover who waits to turn me into the full moon. Hello there, you handful of bright and dark sparkles. Give me some time. I’ll place you just right. - Thank you so much for reading my work. See you next week. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit www.thelizzycoshow.com [https://www.thelizzycoshow.com?utm_medium=podcast&utm_campaign=CTA_1]

TEXTS BETWEEN JESUS* AND MY MOM

TEXTS BETWEEN JESUS* AND MY MOM *pretend Jesus is whatever authority figure you want ●● Please keep my baby girl this little forever. She’s so perfect. I’ll never let anything happen to her. ● I know, she’s a real gem. My dad did a great job when he made her. Enjoy her while she’s this little, because she’ll be grown in a blink. Remember to let people help you out [https://www.reddit.com/r/minnesota/comments/1qcfpmw/how_you_can_help_master_list/] with her. I’m supposed to be the hero around here, not you. ● I have to do everything myself to make sure nobody messes anything up and hurts her. If I look away and something happens, I’ll never forgive myself. But, I promise I’ll do a perfect job. ● It’s not your forgiveness that matters, it’s mine, remember? And, you don’t have to be perfect, you just have to be good. [https://www.reddit.com/r/minnesota/comments/1qcfpmw/how_you_can_help_master_list/] Please, please take a nap, drink some water, and let somebody pitch in. [https://www.reddit.com/r/minnesota/comments/1qcfpmw/how_you_can_help_master_list/] You’ve got good neighbors and friends around you [https://www.reddit.com/r/minnesota/comments/1qcfpmw/how_you_can_help_master_list/], and a husband who actually wanted children. My mom wouldn’t want you to have as hard of a time as she did, kiddo. ● My baby used to be so sweet and now she’s cranky all the time. It seems like the better she gets at walking, the angrier she gets. She’s so disobedient that I’m scared she’ll end up in Hell if I’m not careful. I know I’m going to Heaven and the thought of not seeing my baby again in the afterlife is just not acceptable. Please tell me what to do. ● It’s all about love, remember? [https://www.reddit.com/r/minnesota/comments/1qcfpmw/how_you_can_help_master_list/] Well, sometimes it’s about flipping tables, but mostly it’s about love. So, just love her. When you’re cranky, there’s always a reason why, so put on your detective hat and figure out what’s got her so upset. She’s not doing it to be a pain in the ass, she’s trying to tell you something is wrong. Be the adult my father grew you to be. I’ll be watching. ● This little girl doesn’t appreciate how good her life is compared to mine. She won’t offer anything up for the souls in purgatory the way I’m supposed to teach her and I’m losing my mind. No matter how many times I spank her, she just keeps being a nasty little witch. I’m trying so hard to keep her safe from Hell so she can enter your Kingdom and she just seems to want to burn. ● I hear you, I really do. Look, I know we both had tough starts in life, but that doesn’t have to be something you have in common with your daughter. I didn’t die the way I did just so you could keep on suffering too. The wars you’ve been fighting are over and you’re just swinging at nightmares, kiddo. She doesn’t need to be scared of the world [https://www.reddit.com/r/minnesota/comments/1qcfpmw/how_you_can_help_master_list/] to be a good kid. ● I haven’t heard from you in a while, but she’s been talking to me quite a bit. Please don’t make me come down there again. ● If you two have such a great relationship, she’s your problem. I’m done. Lizzy’s Mom has notifications silenced ●● (If this poem moved you, please consider participating in the Minnesota relief effort. There are so many children there. [https://www.reddit.com/r/minnesota/comments/1qcfpmw/how_you_can_help_master_list/]) Thank you so much for reading my work. See you next week. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit www.thelizzycoshow.com [https://www.thelizzycoshow.com?utm_medium=podcast&utm_campaign=CTA_1]