Poem: Once More With Feeling

By Kate Garrett



Once more with feeling

I’m exactly where they expect

me to be, but hope I’m not.


Alone inside the glass at quarter

past midnight, I turn to the creaking of the door.


The others push her into darkness,

I hear giggles, gasps, see a torch burning cold.


I’m the bad news they wouldn’t want

for themselves, but don’t mind telling.


Inevitably, they call me Mary, Continue reading