darling: poems by colleen cosette goodman

July

In July I filled my head with a fat bucket of water
My brain sloshed around and made noises like waves as I walked
To work, home, work, home
My steps heavy on the concrete,
Rubber from my sneakers wearing out
I lived in a very small cocoon in a blanket
And prayed for someone to love me;
Wrapped up, arms to chest, tears on cheeks,
Waiting and wishing, but undoing still.