Wednesday, February 17

from "a monsters topic sentence" in progress

I am afraid of
bleach blue field tests
sky flowing out of sky

and monsters cackle
at the person I wish I was
hard and longer still

before I believe in
the mesquite cradle
and the life beneath

circles in circles
pain shadow mixed
my door is open

1 comment:

Radish King said...

Hello! How lucky am I to read a Maryrose poem today to find you here on this false spring beauty day.