Glass Circle

Billie Wynn
→ BFA PT 2025

_{This is about the last day I moved out of my room and I was sitting in it, empty. I don’t understand conventional methods of poetry or what that means. I think it was a moment in time that was captured and I like to read it and I don’t feel the need to rearrange it or mess with it. I used it as lyrics for a song recently and it helped me reconnect with the words and the sounds they create.}

White last link with white
end left blank with
her Shadows hissed at
the plaster and the tomatoes
on her toes rest
as the back is left
with all thus weight of
From from feet.
Gravity aches at your tailbone butt area
and try to move
and you assume the pushing eggs
will never fade but then you
Move
good posture strikens your
Knife
sharpen your blades
and teeth freeze
shiver Me Timber
Bandaids break into teensy scabs
of skin soaking like dirt
In plants during a loud storm.

Billie is rillie sillie.