Painting by Olga Lipats
April
by CL Bledsoe
A room with sock. Stained
yellow pillow in the closet.
Smell of life.
Skin
piled on shelves.
Space
to fill.
Afternoon light.
Hollow
as a tooth eaten by sugar.
A book is missing. I don't recall
its title. Wash the blankets.
Put them away. Find shoes
good for walking in, not just
to stand.
Posted over on Ken*Again, the Literary Magazine
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