Tuesday Night, 1991 

She’s searching for meaning 
in the shadows on the ceiling, 

some wraith to warn her, ban
-shee her way fully awake; 
there’s a hole in the kitchen wall now 

and a ghost 
of a chance she’ll still stay. 

The day’s a fading bruise of 
forked-tongue phrases said
and her heart’s still racing. 

She’s going to need a minute. 
There’s not much you can do 

when the monster’s 
not under the bed – 
he’s in it. 

::
In April, we poem.

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2 Responses to Tuesday Night, 1991 

  1. Shawna says:

    “there’s a hole in the kitchen wall now
    and a ghost
    of a chance she’ll still stay.
    The day’s a fading bruise“

    Oh, De. My heart …

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