Unyielding heat

joined to the glowing trees

and take-away flowers.


My pleasure is broken

like a dream when waking.


Today I vanquish my delusions, eat

the green strawberry and circle

my loneliness, ghostly but growing

bones and ligaments.


My choice feels like a crime

when there are only some I can help save,

when my soft embrace must yield to stiff arms


and August has just begun –

no shade, no signs of rain.



Copyright © 2021 by Allison Grayhurst



Published in “Raven Cage Zine” March 2021

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Published in “Dumpster Fire Press and Voices from the Fire Anthology” April 2021

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Published in “Chicago Record Magazine” March 2021


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