fall 2015 / Poetry 2015 / Uncategorized / Volume 46

The Color Orange(while I am on drugs)—Katie Rejsek

I am scooping dreamsicle icicles Looking at the orange cup in my right-side-sink Down at the red nightshirt Orange-red.   My skin saturated 100 Bursting citrus smack Luminating into birth with a sneeze, I am a matchstick. Patient for a candle, a floor, smoldering house, burning block, engulfed city. Until I am a star snacking … Continue reading