Drawing and photo by Emily Metcalf
Orion
I found this poem on a small pad in my pen box, written almost a year ago and forgotten.
Dancing partners ejaculate on the strings of the marionettes,
Patterns of jugular icicles mutate with the sun's oralation.
Announcements of kinds of jellyfish in my ears...
My nose growing to a tune of Handel.
Nonetheless, Orion is bright and bubblegum stretches Saturn's immensity into my room,
And around the dishes.
Sometime hopefully in Winter or Spring of 2018, my book Glass Slippers - A Journey of Mental Illness, will be available on Amazon and bookshops in the San Juan Islands. I am currently working on my second book Memiorish, which may also be out in 2018 or early 2019. I write on my blog www.welcometothegrit.squarespace.com. Thanks for reading!
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