Monday, September 25, 2017

Alyssa Trivett writes



I'm A Lady With A Spinning Head

My wrist knots untied, 
circus tumbled me down  
escalator levels of rocks 
and my once-broken tailbone  
phantom limb aches again. 
My head clatters, do I have one left? 
Cowbells chime. I'm headed in the 
opposite direction of up. 
There are no stars train-wrecking my mirage eyes. 
Only ears ringing. Like smoke alarms. 
I tallied cobwebs on my bloodied hands and 
envisioned this poet's spinning head 
weaving words in sand.

spinning around the head 
Spinning Around the Head -- Murciglass

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