Poem: April 13

Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedThe writer likes trauma.
The audience likes trauma.
The anchor that brings her to the steel bottom.
The page is the arms wrapped hungrily toward each body.
The brain withholds this knowledge just enough though a feeling lingers.
The trauma opened up is a salty wound that spreads across her hands.
The trauma opens its mouth, vowels and becomes a drum.
The characters are heavy, logged with water, sand and noise.
Th characters would like to drift, swim.

excerpted from “Story”