Wynn Everett lives in Los Angeles. Her poetry has been published in <i>Darling Magazine</i>, <i>Rebelle Society</i>, <i>River Poets Anthology</i>, <i>Wilderness House Literary Review</i> and is a reg
There is a tiny patch of grass
along 75 North,
a foot long,
or could be smaller.
Resting under a tattered billboard
for a truck stop Striptease baring all.
RV resorts that promise
five tiny toes press
against my lower back
the ones who lost their sock
in the nightly tumble
dreamers seeking warmth
under an old fashioned quilt.
Together we float
away from shore
from
she liked everything about him
short of one branch leafless
and bony deep within the tree
like a withered finger extending
from a young hand.
at times hard to ignore, especially
when the