Gris-Gris, an online journal of literature, culture & the arts

When I Had Heart

by Kerry O’Keefe

Like the walls bending.
Like the leaves
splaying themselves
into mint. All fragment
and juice, my dust
was altogether dense.
I was flinging then.
Fully sound as the
sun set on a tricycle –
a three lane highway
going up.  The world
rattled lavender
and cream. Front hall
melting hidden candy.
Bandana on the aerial.
Handstands on birdseed.
Counting stroller wheels
by seven.  Accidentally
reinventing the real.