"Anita Lets Her Feelings Show"
by Lisa Teasley
Anita arrives on the green ray in July
moonstones, her mother’s face. Eyes of water
asking for release. Disappointment, betrayal
births a weary sadness. He holds his arms
like kindling for the fire. Hands tied
feet bound, world’s weight on her body.
Dreams split, a penalty
for not looking within. An alcove
still untouched, a chant, a soft flute,
to the tiny space in the heart.
"Anita Lets Her Feelings Show," digital photomontage by J Michael Walker, 2014