bedroom windows

by Carissa Dewey

each morning
its barren branches
twisted self
the same dark birds
on its hallow

my beside window
I wake and watch
each season
those barren limbs
all I am
as I am in your embrace

and I feel my maternal
instincts desperately
begging for me to agree
but this tree
those lifeless
And you hot wet on top of me
as I turn away


Posted on 07/08/2013
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