Flies in the Rice

Flies in the Rice

A Poem by Kaela Craven


Thin threads of love across my tongue
Spread out like branches
To give me something to suck when the days are long
And they always are
Since he's been gone.

I'm not surprised, I try to tell myself.
I tell myself I know what happens
Every time.
The constant is pain.

The temporary is pain too.
I miss the days when there was a wave here or there
Of relief.

When you lose something
You choose to believe it was pure.

You believe it was pure like an unexpected
Arizona snow.

I have nothing good anymore
But I have nothing bad either.

I just have.....flies in the rice for protein.


© 2017 Kaela Craven


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Kaela Craven
Kaela Craven

Tucson, AZ



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