Thursday, February 23, 2017

Kerri Shying R - 12? PTSD


it can’t be you this fear surrounding every move each
eye blink    rethought no    fingers    reach   from

cold graves   hot fires  alone at night  
                                                           night just me
moving round the furniture      that distance thins

the way a cervix does                  preparatory 
to birth  once more the scream the push
                                                           the push the push