I had another post I was working on for today, but between Christmas preparations, hours of thesis writing, and mental exhaustion from a very stressful semester, I wasn’t able to get it finished in time. You’ll probably get to see it for my next post in a couple of weeks. Instead, I have some original poetry to share with you that I wrote for a poetry seminar a few months ago. Enjoy.
My Bedroom Dresser
The four overstuffed drawers squeak in protest
every time I shove one shut without bothering
to fold the floral mini-dress I wore when he was
home on leave last time. Blue dust shrouds
the still-full picture frames and the paint-chipped
Captain Picard perched on Malory’s Mort d’Arthur.
The single surface of the dresser not sick with dust
is the red Codeine bottle, still full from last week’s
visit to General Hospital’s emergency room.
If the dresser had been within arm’s reach last night
that big plastic red bottle might now be empty.