I took this misery outside a walk will do you good
it dragged feet not wanting to have blue sky
the flowers in their pots for competition
on this cold day knocked
on every door
the Allen key of pain twisted here and there
everyone
of us shadowing the summer
version of ourselves letting clothes fall
where they may sloth the piled-up leaves
unraked I
took this misery into the clean
I said tell it
to the cauliflower your moans
unheard by her white veins
until you’re done
so portable, this misery
ReplyDeleteA chilling poem dear Kerri!
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