Blinding
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
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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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