- Still Life:Flotsam
My life is an approximationa litter of things left undoneI stand motionless at cornersa flashing amberI go silent mid-sentencewords grown mossy and languid
Perhaps it’s your hands I misssure as hurricaneswhole houses landing on my thighthe small of my back, I am yoursstill, fervid as the mouth of asuckling, open as a river in dry season
Adrifton an endless shore of what ifsA chimera in the lighthouseA clutter of meaningless metaphors [End Page 341]
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Simone Leid lives in Trinidad & Tobago, where she was born. A fellow of the Cropper Foundation Caribbean Writers Workshop, she has published work in Tongues of the Ocean, WomanSpeak Journal, and SX Salon.