poetry community – Thistle Thoughts

Winter Girl

They say the sky
is thinner from that high

These flood damaged photographs
speak in your voice

my blood can’t handle
any more apologies, insistence
on the right to celebrate
genocide…

At first sight,
a pale baby bird

None of this is you, jagged pages,
annotated quotes — other voices
said what you couldn’t and better

I think of loneliness
& laser beam precision

A Day Like a Trinity,
Three in One to Blame

I make these plans to write —
like a “real writer”

in their eyes we are worth
what we can do for them

on hiatus

brother, you tried
again to leave me
and I think my stomach
has known this
for weeks