for National Poetry Day, here are two poems.
and something I wrote in 2012 (dunno why)
With the bitter taste of iron in her mouth, as if she had just been sucking a cut as a child.
The nervous energy shooting through her veins.
In perceptively shining showing bravery and joy where there is none.
She is abnormally bright, from her darkness this place is there. She is not there
(but she is)
Sitting at the dentist is nothing,
Yet you cannot help your fear.
In a rush the waft of swimming pool smell fills her. As if she had been holding her nose and her breath too long
Her mouth opens