Molly Bloom
Stiffening in the winter
A chunk of finger taken off as an icycle
Slowly unthawed life
A garden edged by brick, nothing planted.
I loved all of hers
The Astral Weeks spring
Until she was no longer a singular person
But visage of spring.
Creeping thru the laundry
Bicycling along the graffiti wall
Queer, cold, early spring
Where my a makes me want to die of happiness
I read poems at river themed house parties
And rise at three AM
And there is desire like the desire to be alone
And touch oneself.
Sean Michael Arnold is a poet and visual artist residing in Alton, IL.
U can find him at @yungc997 or Zines at Know/How at the Luminary on Cherokee St.