allegraosati | allegra osati

poem ninety two.

i find myself burrowed into a purse i carry peering over the barrier i build wishing to break free

what have those eyes seen that glitter from above wet with morning dew

later i lie face down sinking into the bare mattress of my grief

the shame of sitting alone at a stoplight the quiet isolation enclosed by a blanket of rain drenched by torrential memory

a starchy sweater tumbles dry shrinking like distant memories