LULL
by Joanna Gilman Hyde
The Tomato-coloured Couch 8:25pm
In The Mid-nineties
I lay in bed for weeks
unbathed
wanting to die
not caring for my family
— why write it here —
here where I am happy & satisfied?
because I am in a lull
& I don’t have My Two-year-old Daughter
tearing covers off Me
insisting, “Mom — get up —
Yer Starvin'”
Your style reminds me of a book of poetry I once read – Kettle Bottom by Diane Gilliam Fisher. Both works are magnificent 😉
Thank you so much. I will look her up.
Nice one! Light… but NOT at all. A fine shifting of weight.
Thank you Chris, for your tutorial take on my writing.