Poems by Bramer Shannon
lament for my skin
... my starved skinmy torso my throatmy naked feet in the nightof all the parts of my bodymy arms are most unhappythe skin on my shouldersfreckled, forlorn ...
the pedestrian
... foreverconfounded by yellowand convinced under redthere is some hidden meaning ...
The Photographer
... testing the empty weight of its images, tiny doors of return, hercold pictures of city, moon, desert ...
rebecca begins to worry about time
... she's not sure what she'll do next: tear up herengagement book, cancel all of her appointments ...
thumping
... Somewhere between Pounding and Pushingthere is Thumping ...
