FIELD OF MARS
by cassidy mcfadzean

I crawled out of the bramble

 

Berserker waking from a nightmare

 

Following my bumbling shadow

Rabid bozo     plucking burrs from my hair

 

On sniffing the unscented candle in Zara Home...

 

White girls twirling ponytails at the Summer Garden

 

I sit in the back with the boys and vomit

My brain’s gyroscope gone kaput

 

On not visiting the grave of the unknown soldier

 

Time-travelled lilacs in my mother’s portico

My building smells like trash    I’m ovulating

 

A bee in my bonnet in the crotch of the fig tree

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