--MAYBE WE COULD TRY A LITTLE HARDER
…I had some good news yesterday. My poem, “One” was one of six poems Sundress Press nominated for their annual Best of the Net Anthology.
Here it is:
The winds are laced with blades,
arctic air thick blankets,
bruised blue even at night,
well, we sit at a round table
in a warm building smelling of nutmeg lattes,
loud voices tearing dust off the rafters,
our laughter rattling newsprint
Through the window outside
I catch a glimpse of a woman wearing a tattered blanket,
hunkered over the steaming heat grate,
her thighs splayed as if giving birth
sending her fetus straight to hell,
saving it from her hell.
Behind, a shopping cart holds
the woman’s house
her bookshelves and bed.
Something like a lottery ticket
is taped to a cardboard sign saying
I AM The oNe
and then unreadable scribble.
As it starts to snow,
two suits and a pair of lovers pass by,
giving the woman wide berth,
winter air smoking from their nostrils
I watch the couple kiss.
I watch a hydraulic Santa pick up a package in the store front window.
I watch the ragged woman start to tell herself
a story,praying that she gives it a happy ending.