Carolyn Srygley-Moore

Bright Green Thriftshop Shoes

What does he do
when I speak of the darkness that ate me inside-out
the darkness that ate me alive?
He watches me fold back into the blank
like a purple iris
the integer of nonbeing where I turn toward the homeless
woman dancing on the corners
where First meets Maple
dancing in her bright green thriftshop shoes.
As a small girl she says
long ago

CP

Carolyn Srygley-Moore lives in Upstate New York with her husband and daughter. Her work has appeared widely in journals to include Antioch, Mimesis, The Pennsylvania Review, and the antiwar anthology Cost of Freedom. She is a Pushcart nominee and her digital chapbook Enough Light on the Dogwood is available here.