Thursday, July 8, 2021

Flat Life by Mickey J. Corrigan

The woman drags her shadow
around the room in circles
nothing stinks like a pile
of unwritten verse.
The man comes in late
to a violation
a black electricity that jolts
the kind of violence that destroys
their waxing future
launching the next phase 
a wafer thin moon
fated to blankness like paper.
A woman folding diapers
blood simmering to a furious boil
up to her bony neck in hate
words that ease into the hard saddle
of the wilderness horse
she will ride across rocky graves
soon, too soon.
But for now, incensed, inebriated
she drags one foot behind her
the other nailed tight
to the waxy floorboards 
of her doomed circumstance.



Originally from Boston, Mickey J. Corrigan writes tropical noir with a dark humor. Her poetry has been widely published in literary journals and chapbooks. In 2020, Grandma Moses Press released Florida Man. Her novel The Physics of Grief puts the fun back in funerals while taking a serious look at the process of mourning (QuoScript, UK, 2021).


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