POMEGRANATE BY ELAINA WHITESELL
she waits to be pried open
and display her water socket
seedlings stuck in stiff lining
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she waits to be pried open
and display her water socket
seedlings stuck in stiff lining
Today I fully inhabit my body,
Watching the sunlight brighten
Each flower on my pillowcase,
Then move across the hardwood floor.
Today I burst out laughing. Someone had “winked” at me, and when I clicked on his profile, I saw the picture of a fairly good-looking guy — the photo was in black and white — sitting in the back of a limo with flute glasses for champagne lined up next to him.
Read MoreThe hot autumn sun rests
On a fallen tree trunk,
Whitening its petrified nerve endings.
Long ago we planted a tree and when it grew last year
It already had our names carved into its bark.
I know I have loved you before, a few times,
while the rest of the country fought the revolution,
or learned to program a VCR
When their time came, they resisted,
Warriors in a struggle of equals
Mountains, rivers, rattlesnakes, and red rocks beckon
while freedom flows in on a breeze.
This rugged land is a dream asleep in the wild
And they shouted and they screamed and they protested, But amidst the Persistent And Conflicting Clamor That permeated the feed, Apathy soon crept in And Apathy begat Normalization And Normalization begat Acceptance And...
Read Moreas much as I like the item in the catalogue,
#WA-265, please cancel my order.
There is wildness here,
Raw and raging
August Christmas trees; last year’s tinsel; forgotten relatives; broken candy canes; whipped egg nog; red dresses
Read MoreAs the first light warms the earth
He drags himself out from under a stone
