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139th Weekly Poetry Contest honorable mention: Phantom Pain

by Kristiane Weeks-Rogers

Mud to sift through, dig out of his deep eye,
white skeleton always exo on him,
always waning phantom: his restless dry
mouth wandering edges for answers. Skin
finding Epsom, abandoned for a song.
Lost reels repeating our one scene: his smoke,
endless cigarettes while we drive along
Ana Island. Red sun up at the stroke
of Five, red light, whispered lips so narrow...

I want to fold his bones back inside, give
flesh, I can't be the one, pushing marrow
so innocent and clean, too sensitive
for touch. Phantom pain, I'll rise with the sun,
no contra's clamor, cold lips' impression.

139th Weekly Poetry Contest

Thank you so much!!