WEEK 3: February 2019

Bored Bodega Blogger By Katie Sachs

Graze my bones
With a fine tooth comb
Teasing out the tresses
And the messes of my womb

I am sitting up in bed
Watching my cat climb up the dresser
And hoping the she never 
Decides to run away
Forever

Behind a curtain, 
I peak out at things that aren't meant for me
But,
Before I can take another sip of tea
My cat gets clawed in the cave of memories
And a blotchy bodega eradicates my hunger

Rehearsals are meaningless if you're playing it all 
By ear
A waxy sonogram 
Shows me
Just how far along I've grown