No spiral staircase descending
from my one window
over the city.
No man seeing
my stare
longing.
I won't admit it
grinding my teeth,
flaring my nostrils,
stomping my feet...
High
cloud underbellies
muscled
men
I cannot reach...
I scream and those above only hear
a faint whistling of some common bird.
Published in Catapult To Mars- 1/18/11
Hello,My name is Lily Tierney and I am trying to get a bunch of unwarranted mean comments off the dead snakes defunct site. I saw your name listed as editor. Could you please delete this from my poetry. Maybe delete my entire poetry from the site.
ReplyDeleteThank you Lily Tierney