poetry

Golden afternoon.

Bedside-
she’s on her back
numb and bent
staring at a stucco ceiling.

Outside-
She hears
insects scream
and birds kill their weaklings.

Inside-
she wonders if this pig-man
will ever finish
and sputter up a sad seedling.

© Nancy Botta, 2018

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