I’m not going to write about it because nothing changed today another woman sent home with nothing more valuable than limp, wrinkled tissue and I’m not going to write about it don’t ask me to ask what it means that…
Tag: National Poetry Writing Month
Poem: Furniture Endures
tonight the old couch with new cushions holds red feathers between its seams seems like it could fly or stretch talons into black stilettos of matching leather thrown out of the bedroom the boa was discarded before the chain on…
Poem: Laundry Day on the Balcony
we are separated by damp slacks, damper jeans, sweaters, slips and bras one woman charged w prostitution and false reporting handcuffed in the hospital after a man after a party held her to the bed and she only c(oul)d remember…