HERE TO BE TAKEN ADVANTAGE OF
What they don’t know is how each patronizing high-five that rasps against Sandy’s palm
is a calorie to her, a tally etched on Plato’s cave wall
where she dances with the shadows. She is 2-D for all the chained-neck wrecking
of peripheral vision she causes. Their neckties flap.
They dangle lewd shadows down their shirt-front buttons. Her laughter at them
spins like a small star in her heart, constantly combusting. Continue reading “2 Poems | Jessica Morey-Collins”