not really a poem, but my flash fiction entry for a competition. it had to be below 99 words, haha.
Heavy lids screen shelves screaming color, attention, impulse. Pickle jars idle on aisle three, but tater tots lie stiff, frostbitten, in the farthest row. Father's fingers are brine tipped, sister's leave oil streaks across piano keys. The cart rumbles down linoleum carpets, guided by a sluggish hand. Lead feet follow the lead of shoe prints stuck to the floor in varying hues of transparent. A transient voice wavers, "Five minutes to closing, five minutes to midnight, five minutes to-"
YOU ARE READING
clouds.
Poetryfrom the chart topping author of "excerpts" comes another poetry collection, in which the precise anatomy of a broken heart is explored through prose. my poetry books: excerpts [#1 in poetry] all smiles [ discontinued ]
