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 It was published in ME TOO: WITHDRAWN POETRY OF THE #METOO MOVEMENT, A PRINT ANTHOLOGY BY PEACH MAG, which you can PURCHASE online.