Repossession
The window opens
Its soft hiss ushering in
Unseasonable air
And Fitzgerald's dark night
A companion to my
Restless lack of sleep.
Outside the street is quiet
Inside my thoughts are active
Crowded and awake
An interior monologue
Of loud uncertainty.
To drown it out
I listen
To someone else's story
Told in a threadbare velvet voice
Its timber, rising and falling,
Soothes me back to sleep.
Fine Tuning
Grief
When unexpressed
Pulls tightly
And at times may
Snap
Reopening old wounds
And expanding fissures
In already broken
Hearts.
The same emotion
When shared
In groups
Or between two kindred
Souls
Can mend the cracks
Stitching together
Ragged edges
Filling the hole
With something new.
Anne Mikusinski has always been in love with words, whether they have been read or spoken aloud. She has been writing poems and short stories since she was seven years old. Her influences range from Dylan Thomas and Sylvia Plath to David Byrne and Nick Cave. She hopes that someday, her writing will be as much of an influence on someone as these writers have been on her.