Author: Georgia Tell

Poem #399

~ Georgia Tell ~ 1 Comment

we set up camp in the desert
when it was already dark
we pitched our tents by flashlight
and shimmied into pajamas
as the cold desert air numbed us
I cocooned in a sleeping bag
staring up at the tent ceiling
wishing I was staring at the stars

Poem #395

~ Georgia Tell ~ 1 Comment

I swim calmly
50 laps
before I can come out
each lap is slow
but I count honestly
distressed voices
upset voices
stern voices
I finish
too young to understand
too young to be upset

Poem #394

~ Georgia Tell ~ 1 Comment

he looked tan and sad
coming back from Miami
his wife didn’t smile either
no one asked why
but he left soon after
an empty bottle of metronidazole
in his desk’s wastebasket
an old diamond ring
in his desk’s drawer
a paper slip with “Sorry.”
on the desktop

Poem #391

~ Georgia Tell ~ 1 Comment

I sprawled on the grass
motionless for hours
staring at the sky
hoping for a snail
to ease onto my toes
and sludge up my leg
but instead ants and spiders
claim their stake
I shake them off
and go inside