Bed Crumbs
listen, it’s twizzlers
abundance it’s candy
extravagance. it’s chocolate chex
mix in bed, distraught handfuls
sheets that unfurl
a moon
on a stick deep
melancholy for the impossible
connection, enormously
mistaken as more than a
graze of your lips
a girl is poised to eat
crumbs that tumble
into bed with you aghast
your extraordinary mind exists
where candy can be cast-off
nixed and adrift
she asks: what do you want?
o o o thou sweetness
what-is-this-and-that
-and-the-other-thing?
no bother, chex mix
gone from your shroud
now except one
fallen crumb
©2021 Elyse Jancosko All rights reserved.
Elyse Jancosko believes in the healing power of all kinds of poetry, and she also believes in ghosts. She studies theopoetics and conducts poetry therapy groups in Denver, CO.