One of several excellent poems written by Amanda Kimmerly: Blame it on Bad Weather
The sky is falling and I must have swallowed it
while walking to the office. Fog has seeped
so far down my sinuses, it's draining out
my eye cavity--
all I see is gray:
gray walls, gray carpet, gray countertops
even the blinks in between are a shade
of pencil lead
but like a good copy-editor, I
cross out, carrot top, insert letter here,
an i in the typo "Lve"
or is it o,
I don't know, so I write ea
wipe the crust from my eyes,
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