“dust”
be beside yourself,
as your petal becomes a garlic skin skeleton,
stay near yourself so you do not
turn to nothing. Continue reading “Viv”
Viv
Melissa S. Bennett
The Comfort Room
I sat in an old, ratty recliner
In The Comfort Room.
With supervision, of course
Someone to judge my every facial expression
A bout of laughter
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Madwomen in the Attic 