What do you want from me?
glossy eyeing me dark
and bitterly reflecting
as if there is something
I could actually give you
differently to drown out
to just tie me up
and sugar coat me
from the sidewalk, her hair shines justice in the sunlight off buildings scraping the sky
eyes breathe what cannot be seen through the shells rambling zombie-like
warping in and out of time like dreams captured in shared glasses of red wine
What is it that you actually need?
with your little black cloud
tethered to my half empty cup
shuffling along cynically
mind fucking me
leaning up top considering
your arms out and leaping
watching the edge from below
mouth wide from the street
from the air, her views are softened by the dewy glow of early next year’s emulsion
judgment suspended, deeply pillowed with no concern until awakened by needing hands
where is this place, this pulsing controlled environment smelling of late morning breakfast
- "Put your ear down close to your soul and listen hard." Anne Sexton Heather Brager is a critically acclaimed juggler of calamity, an accomplished procrastinator, and shuffler of idioms. Her poetry and drawings can be found in various digital and print journals around the globe, and on the web. She currently resides in New England and prefers the precipice of where the Atlantic meets the sand to the official looking office where she spends most of her time.