tony howarth

 

 

Left Hanging


shrouded in linens on a guerney
amid bulking equipment and
crowded backsides

her eyes
    hair like grey wheat
    tossed in a windstorm
        we’re cousins, tell them

her eyes
    vibrate in their hollows
    bend me down close
        please, for God’s sake

her eyes
        get me out of here
   
never stop lashing me

 

 

Tony Howarth is a playwright, former journalist and retired teacher, now living in Patterson, New York.

 

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