"twiny" poems
we slept all
bundled up in
beds too tiny
meant for
one
limbed and
twiny under
breathy blanket
quilted by
your mom
in pokey dorm rooms
loud and
clambersome
we slept all
upside down
in princess bed
of brass ornate
and painted
ceramic of
flowers pink
and dainty
pulled and
rubbled out
from rummage
sale in
somebody's
front yard
enclosed by walls
of wood
a-seep with
rugged deep
grotesque koala
gnarl
we slept all
pulled out long
on foamy
futon
slats a-stick
in ribs and
jutting out
to wailing
whooping
siren sounds
and tv screams
and chopper
chops
and others'
midnight
lovers' fights
a-pound and
hot and grimy
we slept all
lofted up
and alcoved
cozy
high in castle
attic
nunnery
monastic
circled round
by clouds
and crows and
osprey
wings a-soar
wings a-flap
dizzying up our
weathered dreams
with
cat a-curled and
purring at
our tender feet
and farback
memories
swirling sweet
of bygone nights
of bygone plights
of sleeps
slept other
places
© 2017 Adelaide Heathfield
Feb 16, 2018
Feb 16, 2018 at 1:08 PM UTC
the wolf actually exists.
it's hidden in plain sight.
a constant presence looming in the trees,
occasionally making itself visible.
if I accuse it of trying to ****** me,
the crowd will humor me for a few seconds.
a body covered in claw marks.
a body covered in open wounds.
a body that needs something
other than time in order to heal.
a body that begs for a tourniquet
made from twiny rope.
I cry wolf and the wolf cries liar.
the wolf cries wolf and I cry listen.
the crowd shakes their heads and walks away,
whispering to each other about how
I should just be thankful
that it hasn't killed me yet.
Oct 28, 2018
Oct 28, 2018 at 2:22 PM UTC