Paisley sheets
With the desire to engage in the daily controversy between the white panels above
and the wooden support system below
The breath of flame greeting a cylinder of scented wax leaves a sticky film beneath every footstep
Lingering between a dresser and thinner fabrics
Children tumble outside
The window screen leaks every shriek and sheltered giggle
A mothers reminder of hygiene before supper echoes throughout this room
It has all melted
That scented cylinder placed on top of that maple wood dresser has stretched to every corner
Beneath paisley sheets
Taking in every sly comment mixing in the atmosphere
Eyes closed
The film creeping up your ankles
Good night
About Me.
- Emma Cherry
- In a yellow sumbarine, Liechtenstein
- We must blend into the choir Sing as static with the whole. We must memorize nine numbers and Deny we have a soul. And in this endless race for property and Privilege to be won. We must run, we must run, we must run.
