I.
in the night I crawl
into your thoughts, and dawn
shows me still brighter
II.
your stomach sits soft
a place to bore and bury
all my weight in you
III.
I lurk in the grass
blades, first spring flowers, and last
fall of snow, waiting
IV.
warm night, children play
set alarm for the end, hope
world leaders hit snooze
Hannah Zerai 3/5/2022
Hannah Zerai lives on the Eastern Shore of Maryland, where she spends most of her time on art, writing, collecting and caring for her plants, and managing the vast and tiny world of chronic illness. She has been published in Halfway Down the Stairs.
