Shannon Joy Wazny
Thanksgiving

words
trapped
unseen
locked behind
dead computer screen
Grateful for kindness of strangers
the tall blonde I rendez-vous-ed with in a parking lot
supermarket beehive, the store-bought heart of Thanksgiving that the haves take for granted
I gorge on my ransomed work that she returned to me
now I see myself reflected
back at me, escape
diminished