Photo A.M. Moscoso

Day Twenty of Na/GloPoWriMo

Write a poem grounded in language as it is spoken – not necessarily the grand, dramatic speech of a monologue or play, but the messy, fractured, slangy way people speak in real life.


I keep my darkness



but sometimes it dreams


what if…and so do I.



I dream of dancing bones

and cats running through graveyards

some of the time, I scream myself awake from that dream,

most of the time,  I don’t.


Sometimes I dream I have bouncy blond hair

and frosty blue eyes and I that I can

flip my IQ  on and off like a light switch

I always, always scream myself awake from that dream.


Sometimes we sit there

me and my darkness and

we wonder why we are so quiet,

in a world that gives you permission

to let your freak flag fly.


Maybe we need to be invited in, like Vampires

maybe- sometimes.

at least, that’s my story for now


I’m sticking to it.