a warning to your one eye

,
hydrangeas aren’t sold here … that’s an outside job
don’t come in unless you think as i think and i don’t think at all
i’m wickedly un-nervy shaving my legs in briar patches, –
a sticky nightmare, an empty birdcage, an alien land
deeply black, then russet … then rusted ink

::

4: NaPoWriMo and Real Toads

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30 thoughts on “a warning to your one eye

  1. You outdo yourself every time you write. I don’t know what more a poet could want.

    These are my favorites:
    “shaving my legs in briar patches”
    “a sticky nightmare …
    deeply black, then russet … then rusted ink”

  2. oh, to not think at all…
    i still can’t surrender, still won’t open that damn door. my inner child knocking, my inner parent cowering in fear…

  3. Wickedly creepy and wonderful. “i’m wickedly un-nervy shaving my legs in briar patches”brilliant line.
    Kind regards
    Anna :o]

  4. I really love the seeming randomness of this, and yet is somehow makes way too much sense. “shaving my legs in briar patches” is a riot, and brilliant writing.

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