Uninvited

Every night, an old woman
crawls into bed with me
though I don’t remember
inviting her.

I deny her resemblance
to someone I used to know.

She wraps ropey arms
around my pillow and
wakes me at midnight
to help her stumble
down the hall to pee.

She prods in provocative ways,
kindles lusty longings
then mocks my fantasy
of liaisons with lovers
from my long ago.

I struggle to shake her grip–
a finger-bending battle
that twists my thumbs
into grotesque shapes.

She presses cross-stitch on my cheek,
weaves silver through my hair,
tucks pads around my waist,
reshapes me as I sleep.

In dim morning light
she inspects her work,
gives me a wink.
I smile…and she’s gone.

 

Lee Darling is a retired computer programmer. In 2011, she published a novel, Just Out of Reach. She’s a member of the Red Couch Poetry group in Eugene, Oregon. For more information, go to scatteredbumps.blogspot.com.

Willawaw Journal

Share
Published by
Willawaw Journal

Recent Posts

Notes from the Editor

Hello Readers, You know how it is when you focus on something like maybe your…

2 months ago

Terry Adams

Lost (2) I like to spend just a few hours once in awhile not knowing…

2 months ago

Frank Babcock

Portrait of Emily She sits in the bedroom window like curtains, whitely gazing down at…

2 months ago

Stephen Barile

Underground Gardens Legend was, After a quarrel with his father, He left Sicily behind And…

2 months ago

Llewynn Brown

Their fair share We turn at the band stand because you say it’s getting dark.…

2 months ago