Singlets of the world


Singlets of the world

Dowdiest of nana-wear
your singlet clings to your lonely skin
your worried skin

you tuck it in
you barely feel it but you know it’s there for you
working full time for you

benign meniscus
keeping chills and death at bay
saving the hurts of the world for another day

Poem and photo by Rachel McAlpine CC BY-NC 2.0



The new bed

The new bed is like no bed.
You might be rolling
on that denim cloud
beyond the evening city.

You might be floating
in a forest of kelp
that swings and lolls
and lulls you enigmatic.

You might be anywhere
but in bed, and you wake
to morning light
when flickers of eternity have fled.

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Rachel McAlpine