More Poems for Early Summer

Balm

Light-sensitive on antibiotics, the sky looked like heaven and hell coming up the hill–An inlaid sun catcher flecked in white smear
Like food grade wax coating a pickle bucket bleach burn
Aphidding snow guttered in the lashline, coming out in blinks


Domestic Atrocities

Did we have cinnamon last night?
And you thought we needed it again?

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Raegan Bird lives in Salem, Massachusetts and co-runs the publishing project, BLUE ARRANGEMENTS.