Be in the world
for me while
I sleep
do you hear
that voice
outsmarting
itself again
saying saying
makes it so
send a green fly
to annoy
send a black fly
for torment
from your cave
doorway to hell
my heart
or whatever
hell of boredom
or lake of fire
in which
love falls
apart
click click
nothing
a girl considers
the history
of love
how
there is so little
of it
humming black
cloud in the shape
& place of me
be in the world
visit his sleep
unfold sudden
shadowed
wings
Image: She’s got the whole world in her hands by Maurits Verbiest, licensed under CC 2.0
Martha McCollough lives in Amherst, Massachusetts. She has an MFA in painting from Pratt Institute. Her poems have appeared in Bear Review, Radar, Zone 3, Tampa Review, and Salamander, among others. Her chapbook, Grandmother Mountain, was published by Blue Lyra Press in October 2019, and her full length collection of poems, Wolf Hat Iron Shoes, will be out in Spring 2022 from Lily Poetry Review Books.
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