This is Bonus Cut Poetry, a new series that features original poems by Bonus Cut staff, artists and YOU! In this series, our mission is to bring people together in poetry, share stories and display wonderful artistic pieces. If you would like to have your poems in the next Bonus Cut Poetry installment, just email us at bonuscut@gmail.com
This installment features Bonus Cut’s own Abby Conklin.
Saturday, 9am
By: Abby Conklin
When your blinds are loosed
they strip out the world, leaving
only the color and light
of the brick wall across
the way, with morning sky
cresting overhead. Rust
and sun climb between slats,
beautiful in the slick ways
of a fish.
I won’t romance
sensation flooding
the room where you sleep,
and I am running
out of ways to write.
If I could climb
the ladder toppling across
your bed, follow it to where
disappearance begins
and secrets drop off
I would. I would chase
down this light. I would disappear
running.
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