Friday, August 3, 2018


Ms. Understood

She won’t turn on the fairy lights
tonight
bluish black is back
in spite
of sweet pretending
never ending flight
the weight she needs to fall asleep
is there in case of emergency

She was born in a retrograde
tonight
it is there again
the sleep
of homeless children
dreaming blanket fears
setting the house on fire one day
to fool the masters of cruelty

She hesitates to disinvite
tonight
they appear unarmed
prophets
Emily and Hank
argue through the night
the value of the spiked nose ring
to starve the keepers of slavery

She won’t turn on the fairy lights
tonight
a new fool proof plan
exists
faraway a voice
the middle of the sweetest dream
feral, fairy, just a thing
reminds her human is everything

For Claire Robsen

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