All things considered, and in the harsh light of this day, this moment, Fall’s wet woolen blanket drapes my shoulders, freezes and scrapes with self doubt.
Thin bovines and beaten ears in a cycle of years, and a disturbed pharaoh loses sleep.
Where is the dreamer, the fattened bovines and healthy ears?
Padded phrases weigh in, “not a good fit,” “mismatched skills.”
The incomplete crossword hangs in the joints, measures the self with prompt efficiency.
The levitating question mark of lack, sharp thistles in loud disturbance, glowing plasma in the fireball’s heart.
In the dread of loss scrape permanent sores with a potsherd, and resist, resist the pulling worry of the undertow.
Anna ~ 11/21/21
Anabell Donovan
Anabell Donovan (Anna Eusthacia) is a psychologist and educator dedicated to student success of minorities and under-represented individuals. She loves words and would always like to “start where language ends.”
