national poetry month – Thistle Thoughts

#NaPoWriMo: Day 29

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

the dandelion fields
hold splendor
& the May sky speaks

Never question
me beneath moonlight,
or in the throes of battle.

Nothing protected us then,
& we’re so much more
vulnerable now…

my sister is
scarred and I
can count
her rib bones
like pick-up stix

I used unraveled
tapes as ribbons
for the gift box
I put my heart in…