No Way Back
Claire Scott
blind feet
no way back
bitter seeds
I have sewn
myself
like breadcrumbs
on a forest floor
the glass stare
of the midnight
moon mocking
efforts to alter
the past
bloody knuckled
prayers pounding
on closed doors
no way back
pale ghosts
whispering
orange words
too late too late
There must be some relationship between the spike
in homicides and the decrease in leukocytes
between the dwindling number of sheets on a roll of TP
and the expansion of dark matter
between the pink blouse instead of the blue one
and a lover who walked away
otherwise how can the world make sense
where is the logic that will take us home again?
Claire Scott
blind feet
no way back
bitter seeds
I have sewn
myself
like breadcrumbs
on a forest floor
the glass stare
of the midnight
moon mocking
efforts to alter
the past
bloody knuckled
prayers pounding
on closed doors
no way back
pale ghosts
whispering
orange words
too late too late
There must be some relationship between the spike
in homicides and the decrease in leukocytes
between the dwindling number of sheets on a roll of TP
and the expansion of dark matter
between the pink blouse instead of the blue one
and a lover who walked away
otherwise how can the world make sense
where is the logic that will take us home again?
