At night you wash the cream from your arms
thick petals, once staked to flowers
Fill a ceiling gone to roses then still—
thick petals, once staked to flowers
Fill a ceiling gone to roses then still—
Vase on the window ledge, half murky
half done, and bugs are hovering
specks in shifting light: that room stayed in
Every season its walls, mold
The radiator hissing steam around
a river that carries you back—
Wet gutters stream mirrors
the dawn a red sunrise: the
One child, dropped from your body one leaf.
Originally published in Blue Edge chapbook from Cervena Barva Press.
Susan Tepper is a twenty year writer in all genres, and the author of nine published books. Her most recent are CONFESS (a poetry chapbook by Cervena Barva Press, 2020) and a quirky road novel WHAT DRIVES MEN (Wilderness House Press, 2019). Currently Tepper is in pre-production of an Off-Bdwy play titled THE CROOKED HEART which she based on artist Jackson Pollock’s later years.
www.susantepper.com
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