Foreboding
I’m in the process of writing my first “horror” poem, my first “persona” poem, too. I’m getting a real kick out of it, as it’s also got some dramatic irony running through it. This’ll definitely be in my chapbook this fall. It may end up at a slam this week, too. Here’s an excerpt:
A mother knows, when something is wrong in the home
and I knew,
knew I hadn’t left the door, hanging open
like a jaw or a cave,
this line between our home
and the rest of the world
broken like a line of chalk,
like a snapped thread.
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