I’m in the shower rinsing off the news of your dead aunt who raised you
And by dead I mean
Almost dead
So much of the body, a dying machine
Wire cut clean like Montana wind.
Unraveled ribbon, a small slender hope.
And these are not good times to begin with.
A home is for rich and the rich alone and eggs are pricey, and Putin’s nuclear missiles are not made of paper mache’
although the west would prefer it so.
So thinking of ancestor’s ghosts is like swallowing an elephant
After we already swallowed the sky
and gulped every country’s rain.
The news is a Nesting doll of basements
Doesn’t death fear dying?
Let’s kill death so that it’s blood can brighten the globe and lift the mood
Our world, a bowling ball crashing into the pins of death
A strike.
Janelle Finamore is a musician, poet, and teacher located in Orange County, CA. Most recently, her work appeared in Sad Girls Lit, the international Poet Magazine, Academy of the Heart and Mind, Ariel Chart, Literary Yard, Spillwords, and others. Janelle was Poet of the Month for Moon Tide Press and her fairy tale “The Girl Who Stuck Out Like a Sore Thumb” was published in Bohemia magazine. She is also an active member of various poetry workshops. Her chapbook “The Power of Silly Putty and Lipstick Kisses” is available on Amazon. Janelle has featured her book in poetry venues in California including The Ugly Mug and others.