Poetry from The Well

Klonopin

This visitor
hangs flower baskets
from pale eyelids.

It floats across
a calmer sea
of stomach juice.

Into a mother
blanket the body
has folded,

a new womb
cradling a heart
drunk on worry.

In one month will
this visitor leave
me raw and nude

or flushed and
shimmering
awake in dreams?

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