Debris From The Garage

 

 

Debris From The Garage

 

Debris from the Garage

fighting spiders 

for space

hairs rising

skin creeping

as imagined 

brown recluses

silently 

edge

from 

debris

to skin

 

And if they bite

and if I die

no one 

will find

a cellphone

with a signal.

 

 

First published in A Quiet Courage, 2015

Published by: Basicallybarb

Barbara A Meier is a poet, teacher, and mother, trying to write her way out of Kansas, anxiety and depression. Instead of indulging in feeling like garbage, trash, or rubbish, she chooses to examine the debris of her life by writing poems about it. After all as a forgiven, child of God, simultaneously saint and sinner, she is loved and cherished by her God.

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