by Kit Terrell
I’ve got the desire, you could see the heat
I couldn’t notice, you had me on a string
I can hear the muses, I was by your side
I’ve got the step, you cast me away
Now all I’ve is this, the music in the night
I could hear it then, I think you could too
Again I call out to nothing, the music is poisonous
A siren on the water, a stagnant puddle calls out to no one
Kit Terrell (he/him) is a poet who has been featured in Melbourne Culture Corner and Cerasus Magazine. He is currently bouncing around the east coast with his girlfriend, their daughter, and their two cats. He really wants a dog.
