This Leaning Sunflower by Jacqui Corcoran
I need there to be
more than this crown of thorns
leaning into this wall of black.
I need there to be
a theatre of ghosts
behind a curtain
I need there to be
a hand I remember
and a pot of nettle tea
I need there to be
missing teeth and sewage
puppets and spinning tops.
I need there to be
a leaning sunflower.
jacqui corcoran © 2011
