by Helen Vitoria

There is a red skirt
lifted with raw knucklebone

near my mattress
& god’s a sleeper eye

darkness is on her knees
like a battered wound
hard on pavement

his October branded shoulders
change against impending March

heaving like breath
like blue drowning in the lungs

there is so much left, after the taking

Helen Vitoria lives and writes in Effort PA. Her work can be found and is forthcoming in many journals including: elimae, PANK, Mud Luscious Press, Poets & Artists Magazine and Dark Sky Magazine. Her chapbook, "The Sights & Sounds of Arctic Birds," is available as an e-chap from Gold Wake Press, 2011. She has been thrice nominated for Best New Poets Anthology 2010. She is completing her first full length collection: "Corn Exchange," with an expected release Fall, 2011. 

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