divine magnet

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Monica Fambrough

 

Lucidity

Is that my mind

or a bug crawling

down the leg

of the table

Sliding down

like a percocet

a nurse pushes

to me across

a tray

She always

has a packet

of saltines

or she doesn’t

and you puke your guts

out an hour

later

Later

we will

watch the sun

set fire to the hair

of a woodpecker

turning his silhouette

to ash

from our

porch

Or oh

he’s just

gone around

the back

of the tree

actually

we are all

still here

 

A Shelter, A Home

            be a flower, be a bathtub

            —James Schuyler

Delicate blue transfer

the little life

I bring with

light

Everything it

passes through

it passes through

beautifully

even styrofoam

I will cling

to a ritual

until it is all

that is left

My wedding ring

thin

as a mint

I feel like that star

that is so far away

it is making me cold

Don’t take me to a shelter

Don’t put me in a home

I can tell when anything

is crying

Little blue dog

where are you now?

I searched for you

on shelves

in hopeless bins

and on the internet

But you live

on the side

of a cup

no one bothers

to describe