Amelia Carson: I draw, I write

 My brain is turning in on itself, tangled like sheet at the end of another hard night, so I am resting and keeping you all primed with poems from the backlog. x Amelia


In my children's bedroom


I stand in the dark
Towel forgotten in one hand
Memories forgetting in the other

I am the slut
              Remembering
I am the mother
              Listening
I am the woman
              Culminating

And I stand in the dark
              
              Dripping