She is thin and speaks little.
Last time she was seen at the butcher’s
searching for blades of grass from her meadow.
She said the grass drooled ichor; it dribbled
on the way to the hooks, but the hooks held only
the disfigured, their mouths limp like laundry.
Last time she was seen at the butcher’s
searching for blades of grass from her meadow.
She said the grass drooled ichor; it dribbled
on the way to the hooks, but the hooks held only
the disfigured, their mouths limp like laundry.
-Andrea O’Rourk,
Bigger than They Appear:
Anthology of Very Short Poems
(Accents Publishing)