Issue 6:
Wish
Tasha
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The late afternoon sunlight
falls silently
breaking across my legs, arms,
the shallow pool beneath my heart
With broken feathers and stiff wings
I get up to shake the sheets
howling
soft as your mouth
come back, come back again
Stone of the lungs
blood of the lip
black smoke
long cigarette
Cat at the window
scratching for the moon
Come back, come back
I promise to listen
to all of your stories
and hold them under my tongue.
~Tasha
Tasha lives in the Chicagoland area. She works as a receptionist in a retirement facility and dreads getting old. Her work has been published in several Ezines, including: Conspire, Snakeskin, Stirring and Bluff Magazine. Email.
© 2001 by Tasha. All Rights Reserved.
© 2000-2002 by Cayuse Press. All Rights Reserved.
This page updated April 24, 2002.