Woman, mom, teacher, writer, unicorn-lover, tree-hugger, magic-seeker, fox spirit, crier, human. Writing about life: my years of drinking and my awakening.
Image courtesy of Tracy Price

I write the words on the wing
of a butterfly flapping rings
around the world, speak them through
sliding doors I always miss
as the train zips, rushed away, they
exit two stops down, tucked into a purse
pocket, plucked out weeks later
with a tissue and tumble
down, sidewalk bound, to be tripped
over, kicked like a curb…

Photo by Kurt Liebhaeuser on Unsplash

Pale skin translucent, luminescent
shin-stubble like poppy seeds
under middle-school gymnasium fluorescent,
nothing takes longer than being last-picked,
kick-tripped, holding sweaty adolescence
in my palms, a trapezoid
caught in a square-dance, bulging agony
spilling over granny-pants, baby-fat
lined up behind razor burn and spiral perm,
hiding chicken legs and too…

Skye (Vixen Lea) Nicholson

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