When the words break out
your throat moves like a naked lightbulb.
You tear the lampshades from my eyes
& too hard, the filaments vibrate between pinched fingers.
When the circuit gets complete
open the twisting socket mouth
(&)
let the light pour out.
Helena,
ReplyDeleteI just found your blog and I really like your poetry. Your blog looks great. I liked this poem your wrote on this posting a lot.
@Brenda
ReplyDeleteI'm not Helena (name's Wendy R.M).
But I am super glad you like this poem!