Thursday, September 1, 2011

Blackouts


By this time the blood is too deprived of sweets.
He wakes without waking, hits the floor thrashing.

“You really gave her quite a scare.” Watching
her world fold up like that, crumpled
in the twisted fish that fell out of bed.

Suddenly another seizure, electricity snapping
everything sightless blind mice, where men slept.

Just light some candles and wait
the power will come back.


By Ramona Itule-Patigain

1 comment:

The Bijou Poetry Review said...

Ramona Itule-Patigain is a recent MFA graduate of Mills College. She lives in Berkeley, CA.

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