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Poetry and Prose from the Center for Writers
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on waking up alone

as a child, i would sleep on one side
leave room for the boy with dusty feet
- his brown skin, his rough, plain things -
thinking, he must be cold out there

the click, the dark switch every night
an invitation: he could have
warmed himself under the heavy down
rested his halo, set his thorn-crowned heart
next to my leaking snow-globe

one room, winter

the fridge sighs in its sleep
the hyacinth’s pale fingertips have pushed
past paper skins to the emerging january
the heater’s belly ticks, tocks with captive rain
i avoid the window - the birds are skittish
their flight might be contagious
i know their hunger is
as they peck at fat and seeds

Annette Boehm
Annette C. Boehm is a poet from Germany. her chapbook "the five parts of love" is forthcoming from Dancing Girl Press. she blogs here: