Holly Day

MASK OF DISCONTENT


this is the way it feels when
planets know they're about to die
the way stars ache before
falling into themselves and
dandelion heads explode into
pinfeather novas. I long

to tell you how I've been stalking you
for months, how there are no accidents in my life
except this one, visions of you in slippers and
newspaper spread open on your lap
in a morning-to-morning dream but I know
you won't stay just because
I need you

starlight spells disaster in the window space
over your left shoulder and I dig my hands
into your flesh as a means of distraction, anything
to keep you from getting up and realizing
how wrong you are for me

Holly Day works as a freelance editor and writer for a variety of Minnesota-region publishing houses and as a frequent contributor to local weeklies Pulse of the Twin Cities and City Pages. Nationally, her poetry, fiction and nonfiction has appeared in over 2,000 magazines, newspapers, and ezines.
 

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