by Joan McNerney

Sneaks under shadows lurking

in corners ready to rear its head

folded in neat lab reports charting

white blood cells over the edge running wild.

Or hiding along icy roads when

day ends with sea gulls squalling

through steel grey skies.

Brake belts wheeze and whine

snapping apart careening us

against the long cold night.

Official white envelopes stuffed with

subpoenas wait at the mailbox.

Memories of hot words burning

razor blades slash across our faces

Fires leap from rooms where twisted

wires dance like miniature skeletons.

We stand apart inhaling this mean

air choking on our own breath.


Author bio:
Joan McNerney’s poetry has been included in numerous literary magazines such as Boston Review of the Arts, Kalliope, Mudfish, Spectrum and Word Thursdays. Four of her books have been published by fine literary presses. She has performed at the National Arts Club, State University of New York, Oneonta, McNay Art Institute and other distinguished venues. A recent reading was sponsored by the American Academy of Poetry. Her latest title is Having Lunch with the Sky, A.P.D. Press, Albany, New York.

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