Light spills from the kitchen,
Pooling onto the floor
Like dollar-store honey
Sticky between my toes.
I step back the
Floorboards creak and tap
Everyone is asleep
Except me and someone else.
But I look up and
It's just some honey
Dripping from the cracked walls
Before everything caves in.
YOU ARE READING
Cement City
PoetryHow to capture it all? I was no photographer My paint brushes, I have retired And words simply do not belong On a cover The same way they fit In my mouth, or march along the surface Of these pages. How to capture it all? The sounds, the smells, the...
