—-—After William Blake
What Dante knew
Orange flames
Tunnels of bone
Loneliness, everywhere
Within especially
Folded into myself
Knees, elbows
Together bent
Forgetting where I go
To draw a fire
Is a test of tools
To paint without
A narrative
Is a backbone
Inevitable
Everything an attempt
To be human
Leonora take me to the room
With the little cat prancing
I’ve need of your blue chair
Anne Gerard lives in Las Vegas, Nevada, where she is pursuing an MFA. Born in Detroit and raised in the Midwest, she misses the Great Lakes every day.
Photo by Karolina Badzmierowska on Unsplash
