The days return
familiar moments
eyelashes point at paper
no words can dance on
flower faces open
look inside the window
fingers weave the story of us
a braided rug used to
cover the blemish
On my shoulder you perch
squawk as a chore,
as a word to cross off
Your kiss is a temporary tattoo
placed onto my flesh with spit
***
Published by Shannon Laws
Shannon Laws is a poet, producer, and advocate for the arts. She is the recipient of the Village Books Literary Citizenship Award, two Mayor’s Arts Awards, and the “Dr. Asha Bhargava Memorial Award — Community Champion” from the Writers International Network in British Columbia. Shannon is the author of four poetry books and one poetry album. Since 2022, she has published Corridor, a free monthly poetry zine. She lives in Bellingham, Washington, near the Salish Sea.
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