A Day Unresolved Poem by Ray Miller

A Day Unresolved



So un-asleep, the sheet's
a beach of footprints
waiting for the tide.

Her shape is question-marked,
crucified, an inquisition
scales her eyes.

Wincing at infinities,
she stares a spot
and picks at it.

Each star a prick,
a javelin
thrown across the centuries

makes waves
just deep enough to swim
before light breaks

her open skin.

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