In My Corner
Kneel to the weather. There is a fountain up ahead,
but no one is on my deck – no bones are dry
in my pocket. Criss-cross, betrayal in my juice cup.
Magic is for fools. Living here, my voice cut,
my pet octopus drowned. Living here
in elementary wealth – nothing but
old-world, nothing but chaos.
Will the angels sing to me? I have been waiting
on their love.
So heavy is the window I look through. Brick by brick
I count my way up. My memories belong
to another world.
Copyright © 2006 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “The Bijou Poetry Review”
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