This Is Not A Pretty Poem

by Rachelle Nones

If you want a pretty poem, don't look here. This is not a pretty poem. This is a poem about the dirt, the grit, the cosmic zit, the sludge on the bottom of the emerald sea, the sun that singes your hands when you crack the sky open, the tears that flow into rivers, the push, push, push against the stone cold wall.

If you want a pretty poem, don't look here. This poem has wrinkles, warts, and raised hard scars. This poem has coffee rings on it. This poem was conceived under the darkness of night, when the moon was on strike and the stars refused to twinkle, as the neighbor's hound was howling and the clock was ticking, ticking.

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