apertures.
if you remember that day,
the characters and unwritten script
the end of august in rapidly spliced frames
holding keys in my mouth
pulling strands from my neck and
wrapping my hair in the melting sunlight
my eyes burned from mincing garlic and
you smelled like vanilla and leather
Heather Brager is a professional
multi-tasker, mother and skilled procrastinator. Her writing and drawings have been published
in a variety of online and print publications.
She currently resides in SW Montana with her two little boys and partner
in crime, writer A.g. Synclair, with whom she co-edits The Montucky Review.
1 comment:
Thanks for the poem, Heather! And thanks to the Rufous Salon for providing space and place!
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