Pop Up Shower

I rain
down, pelting
the earth,
unpredictable

polishing jagged
stones
to a nice rounded
edge, I have
purpose
even in my tumbling

and you think

damn
I just washed
the car.

 

R

he traveled
far
and then fell
down
mere inches
from his destination
retiring his voice
along with all
the rest, laying
to bed the rawhide
self
he broadcast,
feet facing
the sun.

 

Green Ink

my name
spelled
in green ink

a childhood
binder
marrying me
away to future
suitors

turn the page
you will see
my lab notes

the first hints
of a free mind.

 

Ocean

deep into
the azure

find the peace
of my soul

do not
threaten
do not
hassle
or warn

I am the
spiny sea
creature

let the waves
wash over.

 

Crying Shame

the child
with red
burned hand
cries
from the oven

like you
touching me
after a stern
message

not to

like you not
knowing how
to be a man

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Angelica Fuse is an unquiet voice. She reads poetry by an imaginary fire.