Head On
My husband doesn’t want to talk
about coffins and why my childhood
dog doesn’t have one.
He says he’s just trying to not get hit
head on
and I should be looking in the same
direction as him.
I play along.
But drumming still lives in my stomach.
Even after feasts.
Even after miracles.
Kelli Lage is a poetry reader for Bracken Magazine. She is a Best of the Net and Pushcart Prize nominated poet. Lage is the author of Early Cuts and I'm Glad We Did This. Her work has appeared in Maudlin House, The Lumiere Review, Welter Journal, Orange Blossom Review and elsewhere. Website: www.KelliLage.com.
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