It Keeps Happening
Claire Scott & OMG I have no more boxes of Kleenex lined up on my shelves no more sympathy cards with purple gladiolas may your memories give you peace may time heal your sorrow slink-stepping back from grief’s abyss people disappear trailing IV’s into the dusk dissolving in glasses of darkness people slowly morphine to oblivion no longer know the name for sausage or their cell phone number some simply snatch up orange vials that warn: overdose may be fatal & swallow with a bottle of gin no more please I can’t bear it too many December’s on my calendar too many somber dates circled in black ink but wait just wait a moment wait surely the alternative is worse so I sip my tea & answer the phone bracing for more bleak news |
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About the Author: Claire Scott is an award winning poet who has been nominated twice for the Pushcart Prize. Her work has been accepted by the Atlanta Review, Bellevue Literary Review, Healing Muse and Vine Leaves Literary Journal among others. Her first book of poetry, Waiting to be Called, was published in 2015.