Here’s a sampling from one of our readers the other night, Wendy Lee Spacek:
Every thing
makes a bed
and lies
down.
I clomp off
into the woods
in resignation.
Trudge into
forget it.
It’s where
part of me
goes
to die
in private.
Someone’s thrown
a shitty party
in my clearing.
Used a bird’s nest
as an ashtray.
Fuck-chain of daisies.