The TV
The absence sits on the window sill
It looks like the tree growing in front of it
limbs long and crooked
wretched clock
time passes like torn silk
She sits at the mirror
looking past things
Her TV blasts the news
confront the question
Covid -19
The vaccination
Trump is this
Trump is that
She stares at her own wrist
The veins are blue and purple
curved like road map
She is thin skinned
and her colors are Autumn
It is like a highway
traveling up a mountain
jagged blue and purple hills
and pine trees
Her heart will not stop
until she asks it to
Instead it beats
thump.. thump
Her heart will not stop
until she asks it to
She fumbles for
A clean box cutter
Her mother is cooking dinner
but she does not care
who is expecting her
A cut is like a poem
when it is carved deep into the arm
The TV beats
the vaccination
the vaccination
needles
the needles in the arm
Her heart will not stop
until she asks it to
instead it beats
Thump... Thump
She turns the TV off
to watch the tree in front of the window-
A stitch of green
The TV stops.
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I especially like how the "stitch of green" anchors the piece.
A true glimpse into the past year. Very real and frightening. Good piece, Agnes.
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Thank you! Sam
A vivid picture of our uneasy times.*
Heartstopping . . .
Thank you, Beate and Amantine!
Honored to be your peer!
Very vivid; excellent last line.