” You will find me in the corner with the other unwanted things,” she says
Standing in the doorway – an isthmus connecting desire and truth.
Unwanted like recycled love, I think is what she means.
“What are you writing over there anyway?”
“I’m trying to write a poem about how lonely it is to be a poem.”
The silence winds around this one bedroom apartment like a river bend searching for clarity.
Something Borrowed: Like no voice resonates, like no light shines brighter; This is what it is when Marisa B Crane speaks.
The goosebumps are etched like a permanent tattoo on your skin.