writers – Page 13 – Thistle Thoughts

Scrolling Through Social Media in January

they’re only going
to keep turning it up

A poem written under quarantine.
My husband, unfortunately,
has Covid-19.

They say the sky
is thinner from that high

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

I think of loneliness
& laser beam precision

Remember winter, Madonna’s
Immaculate Collection album,
Megaman III, a false sense of
innocent security

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

Update + a Spooky Poem

the tide that took
you away had a
street name

A cherita