12/10/2020

Tautology


This line is lost in the clouds.

This line is wandering in the rainforest.

This line has found its way through the garden gate.

This line is pulling beets for dinner.


[LSS, 12/10/20]


Simile


You sleep like a praying mantis

lying on its side, 

your knees and elbows 

almost touching,

consuming your husband, 

your children, yourself,

and the world around you

one deep breath after another.


[LSS, 12/10/20]


Widow’s Walk


Your pores are open slips

waiting for lost ships

to return to the marina.


[LSS, 12/10/20]


Apostrophe


You isn’t you, of course; 

we both already knew,


but it’s such a fine device 

for turning over a response, 


and even, perhaps, to further 

the conversation in a voice 


we both will recognize.

[LSS, 12/10/20] 



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