Pin It

A Poem: Attic Space 

Standing in the back room sniffing magazines
Vein’s jaw-like crease
As she looked me in the brain digging for a glint
Bedroom glares like heavy dream puzzles
Dances herself to sleep
Makes me laugh between my teeth.
Biting off the nib of the universe
A moon beam nod
It doesn’t hurt to ask
“I’m not that type of girl,” she said
then continued...
“You first.”

Speaking of...

  • A poem by Harry Edgar Palacio.


Subscribe to this thread:

Add a comment

Readers also liked…

Hudson Valley Events

submit event

Latest in Poetry

Hudson Valley Tweets