Omnipotence
The dress, a hollyhock curling around itself,
blossoming on the bedroom floor
as the raw energy of death wakes
like frost slipping into a room;
morning’s companion, a hook of star.
How comforting to know we are the same,
boxes without companion lids.
Alike after all; tired of being emptied
like a pocket, a poor woman’s wallet.
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Loralee Clark is a writer who grew up learning a love for nature and her place in it, in Maine. She resides in Virginia now as a writer and artist. Her Instagram is @make13experiment. She has a book forthcoming, “Solemnity Rites”, with Prolific Pulse Press LLC and has been published most recently in Choeofpleirn Press, Wingless Dreamer, Washington Writer’s Publishing House, Heart on Our Sleeves, The Taborian, Superpresent, Thimble Literary Magazine, Impossible Task, Studio One, Cannon’s Mouth, and Big Windows Review.
