Tuesday, February 7, 2017

Clock Claine Keily # 63

Now she never sleeps
and stores
every crumb
under her pillow
in the event of
an emergency

Here
no mango juice
served on trays
no one sent to college
or New York
for summer
just the clock
on her bedside table
and heat
unbearable

3 comments:

  1. Love the way this poem unfolds and surprises the reader - particularly enjoyed the ending with the clock on the bedside table and the heat - unberable. Great stuff!

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  2. Thanks Kristen, I am in a bleak social realist stage I think. I hope the works are not too depressing!

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  3. Not depressing, fascinating! I agree with Kristen.

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