On Bad Days
we stretch
barbed wire
through the house
entangle ourselves
in recoil
bleed into
one another
staunch jagged
wounds before
cut clash
again knifes
Joanna M. Weston. Married; has two cats, multiple spiders, a heard of deer, and two derelict hen-houses. Her middle-reader, Those Blue Shoes, published by Clarity House Press; and poetry, A Summer Father, published by Frontenac House of Calgary. Her eBooks found at her blog: http://www.1960willowtree.wordpress.com?
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