by Kelly Cressio-Moeller
a hand squeezing
a hand squeezing
me pale.
within an inch of life,
I was seasick
these men, smiling,
or brooding.
watching me
Source: Atwood, Margaret, “The Blind Assassin”, Nan A. Talese/Doubleday, 2000, p. 377
Men are out for blood
Men
are out for blood.
that
explains something.
I almost wept.
You could break
You could run
Leave me alone.
“Like a sleepwalker,”
my secret
footprints,
dark blue
hard metallic
full of darkness.
Source: Atwood, Margaret, “The Blind Assassin”, Nan A. Talese/Doubleday, 2000, p. 237
KELLY CRESSIO-MOELLER’s poetry is forthcoming in North American Review and Water~Stone Review. Her previously published work can be found at Crab Orchard Review, Gargoyle, Poet Lore, Radar Poetry, Southern Humanities Review, THRUSH Poetry Journal, Tinderbox Poetry Journal, Valparaiso Poetry Review, and ZYZZYVA, among others. Her poems have been nominated for Pushcart Prizes, Best New Poets, and Best of the Net. She is an Associate Editor at Glass Lyre Press. Visit her website at www.kellycressiomoeller.com
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