moth-hour of midnight
wandering the empty
halls of my heart
with Red Label scotch
and Marlboro Lights
ashes drifting to the floor
a plate of cold rigatoni
with Ragu sauce
untouched
I feed it to the dog
friends text to be sure
I haven’t turned on the gas
knotted a noose, swallowed
a bottle of Clorox
in first grade
Mrs. Landon taught us
the world is round
the world is flat
people fall off
C
laire Scott is an award winning poet who has been nominated twice for the Pushcart Prize. Her work has been accepted by the Atlanta Review, Bellevue Literary Review, Enizagam and Healing Muse among others. Claire is the author of Waiting to be Called and the co-author of Unfolding in Light: A Sisters’ Journey in Photography and Poetry.
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