in wee hours

by Rob Plath / October 10th, 2021

2 am
she flipped
the record over

in the lamplight
i saw brailleable
scars
up and down
her wrists

tiny raised
buttresses

where in
wee hours
i imagined

butterflies
perch to dream

of cities
of hyacinths

Rob Plath, contrary to popular belief, is not yet under the jurisdiction of the worms. His latest book of poems Batter the Keyboard Like a Raptor Is Behind Yr Back is available from Laughing Ronin Press. See more of his work at: www.robplath.com. Read other articles by Rob.

This article was posted on Sunday, October 10th, 2021 at 8:03am and is filed under Poetry.