Last night, last night I, too, felt fat
with promise, wreathed in pearls,
crowned in something celestial,
fanciful, and drunk on light.
It hung, winking through clouded lilac
drapes, pink-edged bunting,
so cheeky.
Before this washing-off, sloughing-off
return to rinse-and-repeat:
the dawn of a day, all gray, like
unwinding those pearls,
to drop in the dark of a drawer,
muted and moon-starved,
something silenced.
Published in Cider Press Review, Volume 26, Issue 1.
Allison Collins has been published with Blast Furnace Press, Havok by Splickety Publishing, Shark Reef, California Quarterly, The Banyan Review, New Contexts 2: An International Collection of New Poetry & Prose and New Contexts 4, Evening Street Press & Review, La Presa, Front Range Review, BigCityLit, Kerning: A Space for Words, and Pebbles on the Strand: An International Collection of Short Stories. She is editor of Upstate Life Magazine and a writer with Oneonta, New York’s The Daily Star and Kaatskill Life Magazine.
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