Steven DaLuz © 2015 All Rights Reserved

Tuesday Morning in the Midwest: Redacted


. . . buttons and string . . . old shirts . . . new you new me . . . light bendable
bodies . . . no clouds crawling over our eyes . . . bodies in a box . . . find an
address for the ocean . . . heart beat that wonít end till the end . . . forget it . . .
water will sprinkle salt on our flesh . . . wet lips deep belly . . . a jester of
seagulls impatient for the end . . . half shark. . . you and me . . . dying wishes

***
 

dear girl


stop fighting.

let the knife
make you

a face.
think nothing

of opening head
and gut

to become
illuminated.

sit quietly.

be a light
for children who believe

the world
is easily tricked

into handing out piece
after piece

of sweetness.

mold. molder.
beneath a tree.

hold on
to one seed.

in the spring
send out
a volunteer

who looks
like you

to do it all again.
 

 

Betsy Johnson-Miller
Copyright © 2015  

Betsy Johnson-Millerís work has appeared or is forthcoming in Boulevard, Agni (online), Prairie Schooner, Mid-American Review, and the Cortland Review. She lives in Minnesota with her husband and two kids.


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