poetry

Coping.

You left for some time
ages ago
long enough to haunt,
long enough for everything
loud and living
to sink into itself,
a cavity beneath waves…

but I’m OK now—
day drinking with Nemesis
laboring rust and dirt,
I lie with your bones
and start fires at night.

© Nancy Botta, 2020

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poetry

Reclamation.

cave near body of water at sunset

On the shore of a cave
I had thrown myself in
I smashed up stalagmites
growing from my skin
and sawed off stalactites
dripping off my chin.
/ /
New flesh, pink and sweet
like pearls and starfish
scattered at my feet.

© Nancy Botta, 2020

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