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
Published in “Dumpster Fire Press and Voices from the Fire Anthology” April 2021
Published in “Chicago Record Magazine” March 2021
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