You’re whose child now?
Sister to wolves, moonbeams, and mushrooms
Made in the image of no one you know
This dilemma
Ask me a riddle
Experience hard green apples in memory
Onto what door have you fallen?
Parent the monster within. Befriend it.
Forced to sit still, stay where you’re not welcome
No great matter
Shouting silences
Near the mountains of my youth
The parrot
Window
+++
Poem #140, written 10.14.2015
Advertisements
