napowrimo2020 – Thistle Thoughts

#NaPoWriMo: Day 30

dawn rises
singing her canticles,
touches the killing fields

I am clinging to
memories of
blue parakeets
lullaby-ing me
to sleep

Glacier blue walls
and the autumn
scent of spiced apples…
means I’ve woken
up in Michigan.

the dancers become flames
devouring my heart

conversations about hips /
conversations about
catching up

a verbal knife wound
twisting
every fiber of my being
until I’m
scrubbed raw

Odd half-smiles
and congratulations
are thrown about
like the farewell rice.