you can see a trail
of thrift store treasures
asking for another chance,
shelter kittens mewing
for you to take them home.
You, an empty cardboard box
battered, holes taped shut,
a mouth that isn’t satisfied,
you fill yourself
with everything abandoned,
then leave it all behind,
a boulevard of breadcrumbs
to mark a path you’ll never take again.

Image Credit:Kev Seto

When not writing poetry, I'm tangled up in yarn or buried under dogs. My poems have been published in Lothlorien Poetry Journal, Alien Buddha Zine, Medusa’s Kitchen, and others. My three chapbooks are available on Amazon. Nominee for 2023 Best of The Net. Editor of Open Arts Forum and Kiss My Poetry. Accidental interviewer. Faker of fake news.

Website: https://bit.ly/3bT9tYu

“My Father’s Ghost Hates Cats” https://amzn.to/3uEKAqa

“The Big Unda” https://amzn.to/3IxmJhY

“How to Get Me Up in the Morning: https://amzn.to/3RLDaKc

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