CarrollBlog 4.14

"This Is A Love Poem"

by Mary Fell

My blood

suddenly

knows you are gone

It is shouting your name

It runs

down to the ends of my fingers

looking for you

It wants to be

a piece of red wool

unraveling

all the way to Central America

It wants to be a boat

coming into the harbor at Managua

carrying fruit

Through all the rooms of my body

it is running

opening doors

A child in a tantrum stamps

red shoes

demanding to know where you are