find comfort in its presence. You are always prepared
for the end, always have an exit plan
the perfect argument for leaving it all.
I am an eager apostolate at your knee
learning the paths one must take to break free
from damnation, from love. My own eyes
are a roadmap of buried condemnations, I
always keep them closed when we kiss.
Holly Day’s poetry has recently appeared in Plainsongs, The Long Islander, and The Nashwaak Review. Her newest poetry collections are A Perfect Day for Semaphore (Finishing Line Press), In This Place, She Is Her Own (Vegetarian Alcoholic Press), A Wall to Protect Your Eyes (Pski’s Porch Publishing), I'm in a Place Where Reason Went Missing (Main Street Rag Publishing Co.), The Yellow Dot of a Daisy (Alien Buddha Press), Folios of Dried Flowers and Pressed Birds (Cyberwit.net), and Where We Went Wrong (Clare Songbirds Publishing).