Brain rattle

by that one chick

Posted to Poetry on 2002-02-14 19:52:00

This was the product of a specific workshop exercise-was highly praised, more than work I’ve liked better and wanted to do, but I seriously question it. Further opinions?


Brain Rattle


The laundry spilled out onto the floor.
The tiny closet, the wicker basket not enough to contain it.
It had been there for days-a busy week.

My head smacked against the corner.
The baseboards making a sharp point.
And a unique Thump.
Like on the TV murder mystery.

The actor-playing-a-coroner called it Head Trauma.