by

Carissa Halston

 

     

My hair's a nest,
home to a darling couple of bluebirds.

My hourglass figure
fell down some stairs and is slowly leaking sand.

A heart stops beating
once taken off its sleeve.

It takes a village
to raise a barn.

My fact checker took the afternoon off
and I've forgotten what's true.

I have feet of clay
that melt off in the rain.

Mismatched eyes cross
their t's and dot themselves.

In love, there is the one who kisses
and the one who stays home barefoot and pregnant.

My will power can arm wrestle
your honor student.

I sleep with wet eyes.
They're good company.