MIPOESIAS VOLUME 24, ISSUE 1 ~ JANUARY 2011 Sarah Sarai A Scarlet Moss


It was weird. Mom disapproved and Pop started shaking like he'd seen a fluffy pooch. He has his fears. I stripped.


So what if I'm blubbery. I want to roll on whorish moss. I could wake up or you could set fire to the marriage counselor. Love so slippery needs handles. Wedding planners are a food group. So is roast beef.


The horseradish of a different color is pink. Perhaps you're hip: Work sucks. That one gets folk fired. Her husband's mean.


I hope a scarlet moss does cover the land. All I need is


rub its science fiction with bare feet. The human soul has been invaded. Rub it and heal.


Sarah Sarai's poems are forthcoming in Gargoyle, Boston Review and others. Her poetry collection, The Future Is Happy, was released in 2009 by BlazeVOX [books]. She also writes fiction (Storyglossia, South Dakota Review, ragazine and others) and comments on poetry, fiction, the sublime and more at my3000lovingarms.blogspot.com.


www.mipoesias.com


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