Poetry Journal [12]

Meah Enya Brooks

hopes for wishes at 10:41pm.
life is a mood ring that won’t come off
and all the poetic terminology in the world
won’t save you from your self-doubt

a paper floated or fell
from the window ledge to the wooden floor
without any warning
and it spooked me,
but then I realized it was just the wind –
I opened the window earlier.
funny – it’s kind of a metaphor for
the process of overthinking,
but more immediate

some dog barks outside
and I think, that dog would
never put an apostrophe in the wrong place –
that’s a smarter dog than me

It’s quite late for a dog to be

Someone should bring it