I Am (2)

By Ann Privateer 

At the door of my nightmare--
From cradle to crib to cot
Each well fitting, until a four posted
Double bed, complete with
Night mares of who or what
Lived beneath, fish swimming
Madly about, the sea lapping
At the foot, vultures sitting
On the headboard, Lord those
Breathless nights growing up
Alone in a too big bed made me
Shrink and cower and shyly
Cry until I grew taller
And eventually filled the void.


Published on November 1st, 2022




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