The Cabinet of Heed

The Price – Christine A Brooks

The moths
cursed at, by you
that gathered ‘round your
old
porch light
that I switched on so
You, would not

Stumble or tumble or
Look otherwise,

foolish

My already tattered hoodie,
now covered in
mud,
from the puddle I laid it
across so your new
Sneakers, could
stay
new and

— white.

And my body,
that I
threw in front of a train,
hoping it would slow down
So, you would be
on time
for
afternoon mass

All reminded me, that
as you dipped your
French fries in my blood, &
raised your Red Stripe to
my many shortcomings

I was
free

to join the dancing
moths in my soiled
hoodie and gather up my
blood by the
— light

of the moon.

CHRISTINE A. BROOKS is a graduate of Western New England University with her B.A. in Literature and her M.F.A. from Bay Path University in Creative Nonfiction. Most recently a series of poems, The Ugly Five, are in the 2018 summer issue of Door Is A Jar Magazine and her poem, The Writer, is in the June, 2018 issue of The Cabinet of Heed Literary Magazine. Three poems, Puff, Sister and Grapes are in the 5th issue of The Mystic Blue Review. Her vignette, Finding God, is in in the December 2018 issue of Riggwelter Press, and her series of vignettes, Small Packages, was named a semifinalist at Gazing Grain Press in August 2018. Her essay, What I Learned from Being Accidentally Celibate for Five Years was recently featured in HuffPost and on MSN. Her book of poems, The Cigar Box Poems, is due out in late 2019. https://www.facebook.com/ChrisBrooksauthor/ Twitter @OMG_its_CBrooks http://www.christinebrookswriter.com

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