Full Moon in Public

The moment I step out the front door

my thoughts tear off

like they’re on three leashes

after five different squirrels.

The tulips this morning were

drawn up to their full height

fresh and reckless.

Last night I woke over and over

fuzzy thinking 

sliding around in butter and

swilling red wine.

Out of the sun,

junkies and bag collectors

debate themselves and find things

are not where they left them.

Pagans are in the meeting room.

After work

I will head straight home.


Author: Emily

Writer/ Librarian

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