Thursday, 14 May 2020


THE FUTURE

by Joanna M. Weston


a motel room
beige and yellow

a girl sits
on the double bed

she sees the outline
of her car outside

hears rain drumming
on its roof

her heart-beat
out of sync

the road unwinds
in her mind

there is no one
at beginning or end

no past no training
no job no money

she unclasps her hands
opens the last bottle

darkness shuts
over the future


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Joanna M. Weston. Canada. Has multiple spiders, a herd of deer, and two derelict hen-houses. Her middle-reader, Frame and The McGuire, published by Tradewind Books 2015; and poetry, A Bedroom of Searchlights, published by Inanna Publications, 2016. Other books listed at her blog:
http://www.1960willowtree.wordpress.com/

2 comments:

  1. Dead heart of noir--the beige and yellow motel room, devoid of promise, and downhill allll the way...

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  2. Cezarija Abartis14 May 2020 at 11:17

    Bleakness well depicted.

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