By Suzy Devere.
the sun peeks through the sheet shade
new house
old house
new me
still me.
the sun comes barreling through
your back
your neck
your cheek
i’m awake.
the sun takes the nights
and wraps them in moss
sticks them in the back of my throat
where all the dreams and thoughts and words go
that choke me when i blow out my birthday candles
but
i never speak of them
again.
i have loved many people.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Suzy Devere is a prostitute, a drug addict, a doctor’s wife, a lawyer’s wife, a mistress to a famous Saudi sheikh, a mother, an intellectual, an academic, an athlete, a painter, a drawer, a photographer, and writer who feels utterly, stunningly alone. Her work has appeared in various online sites including The Beat, Savage Manners, and Black-Listed Magazine, and she was a featured guest earlier this spring on Rob and Jack America, an internet radio show hosted by poets Rob Plath and Jack Henry. Her chapbook Black Strip is scheduled for release from Epic Rights Press in September 2009. Suzy has lived all over the world but right now lives next door to you.
