These Are Our Nightgowns

Light as a feather, stiff as a board.
Bloody Mary in the bathroom mirror
or maybe peeking in the basement window.
Ghosts in the graveyard. The woman who
wore a velvet ribbon so her head wouldn’t fall off.
These are our nightgowns. We have eaten
all the pizza, ice cream, and not-quite Doritos.
We drank all the Big K red cream soda.
My sleeping bag is a roll of Lifesavers.
My head is next to your head. I don’t know
how we’ll ever sleep, but suddenly we do.

Today’s Poem a Day Chapbook Challenge prompt was “light.”


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