Creative writing
Most of my creative writing lately has been poetry.
aftermath of a late frost in arizona
Red desert dirt
Crusted to bootlaces
Like old blood
In the grooves of baby teeth you keep
In a ring box
In the top drawer
Of a dusty dresser
In your parent’s house
Safe under the cardboard bell jar
Unlike these bleached skulls
And soured cactus ribs
The Giant Saguaros stagger
Under a sudden weight
Starved when the desert froze
Their bloated bellies hard
And swollen
Now deflating into caverns
Seeping rotten water
In the plump sun
It oozes black and saccharine
Into dry desert dirt
And ripens red
Like fresh blood
Crusted to bootlaces
Like old blood
In the grooves of baby teeth you keep
In a ring box
In the top drawer
Of a dusty dresser
In your parent’s house
Safe under the cardboard bell jar
Unlike these bleached skulls
And soured cactus ribs
The Giant Saguaros stagger
Under a sudden weight
Starved when the desert froze
Their bloated bellies hard
And swollen
Now deflating into caverns
Seeping rotten water
In the plump sun
It oozes black and saccharine
Into dry desert dirt
And ripens red
Like fresh blood