Lindsay Daigle. April 14, 2013
April Poem
Yesterday, I poisoned my eyes
with talk of purgatory and library books. The day
before, I raised the blinds higher
so my cat could watch the seagulls. Today,
my neighbor is smoking weed,
and I am making shadow
puppets with my feet along
the wall we share. Tomorrow, I will sink
further into the painted ground, tell someone
else the story.
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