Tuesday, May 1, 2012

Mrs. Hughes

 by Michelle Kreiner

Greet me morning
Shine on me sun
Take the pain of night
Move the memories
Mask the images
Muffle the voices
I need rest
When he touches another,
do I become unfamiliar
to those who know me?
When he lifts her leg
against the doorframe,
do I cease to exist?
When he leaves
like air
this signed paper
means nothing.
Sleeping babies
belong to no one.
Seal the doors
Shut the windows
Start the gas
I need rest
Oh, morning
close my suffering,
Oh, sun
beam no hope
Sweet aroma
of my silent soliloquy,
lay me down.
I need rest

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