White Owl Black Out
The sun disappears with a popping sound,
a soft noise like a kettle about to boil for tea.
He is a fierce pool of russet hair,
magnetic dust below the clouds of metal.
He says that he could write a poem on me
and points to a rib, says, An apostrophe, just there.
When the electricity drowns,
when I’m finally legible,
melt me into wax,
seal me away.
“WHITE OWL BLACK OUT” is a poem I wrote in 2018. It was published in ME TOO: WITHDRAWN POETRY OF THE #METOO MOVEMENT, A PRINT ANTHOLOGY BY PEACH MAG, which you can PURCHASE online.