Adele Evershed

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They Tell you Sleep When Baby Sleeps

But then how would I ever

Pace the blue dragonfly flutter of your eyelids
As tissue thin as your Great Grandmother's

Or smell your head like a Nez
Finding the leaven bread scent of my dead mother

Or put my pinky in the dint of your chin
And realize it's a chip off your Grandfather's block

Or count the milky bar dots on your nose
That is the buttonhole of your father's

Or hold my finger to those pixie lips
And let myself breath easy for a magical minute

Or write this word, this poem, this you

Adele Evershed is a Welsh writer living in Connecticut. Some of the places her work has been published include Grey Sparrow Journal, Anti Heroin Chic, Gyroscope, and Janus Lit. Adele has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net for poetry and has two poetry collections, Turbulence in Small Spaces (Finishing Line Press) and The Brink of Silence (Bottlecap Press). She has published two novellas in flash with Alien Buddha Press called Wannabe and Schooled. Her short story collection; Suffer/Rage has recently been published by Dark Myth Publications.