blue poem
by Parker Sera
i.
Time stops
like I’m always hoping it will
and in the morning I feel
adrift in my blue bed
whatever should have been
anchoring me
rusted away
and I am a gradually deflating balloon
headed for the trash island.
ii.
In the clear bright calm
with the breeze of the fan
stirring; Sisyphus
as though churning the stagnant air
represents any
actual change
any actual relief
I know when I wake up
adrift like that
I will wish I hadn’t
I will drag my sack of bones across
the floor with my heavy lids and my
hair
and the stale bright air
and stare down the day
as though it matters
About the Author
Parker Sera is a queer poet, actor and theatre-maker from Minneapolis. Her work appeared most recently in Indolent Books’ series “Poems in the Afterglow”, and has appeared in The Rising Phoenix Review, the Aurora Review, and KNACK Magazine. She lives in Philadelphia, where she’s completing her MFA in Acting at Temple University.