Three Poems
by Shy Watson
NA
mourning my own
sad lack
in the kitchen
grinding beans
my guaranteed,
imminent dementia
a train’s light growing brighter
sorry i didn't tell you
but my own aching
prevents me
from turning onto my side
i would have given anything
i still would
but fate defies
the transactional
too unheavenly,
the tender,
it wouldn’t work
i want to weave a rug
that only the angels can see
bless my heart
in someone else's terms
repentance as caterwaul
against all odds
i tried
to be better
use every part
the hecatomb
proved unworthy
of credit
you thought i wanted sacrifice
i thought you wanted a screen
assigning sentience to a rock
it’s not so bad
to be battered
by the rain
Shy Watson is the author of Horror Vacui, published by House of Vlad. Recent work appears in: Forever Mag, Joyland, and Southwest Review. She is a current MFA candidate at University of Montana. Follow her on twitter @formermissNJ for updates.
