Last year, I
shared the third and last stanzas from “maybe I’m dead”. It’s a poem in my chapbook, Naked, published
by Main Street Rag Publishing Company, and published this year in the Heron
Clan VIII anthology. Here’s the entire poem:
maybe I’m dead
I dream my sister
calls
to say my brother
is dead
but when I turn to
look at his picture
my face stares
back at me
I walk in the bar
jacket pulled
close
I rest my elbows
on mahogany
it’s easy to
ignore my eyes
when they bounce
can’t decide where
to land
if I put all my
colors in a Mason jar
secure the rubber
gasket
snap the wire over
the glass lid and shake
will my pigment
leak out?
I dream of me
white eyelet
sundress
flowers in my
straw hat
sister thinks the
truth I tell
is a lie
why even try to be
the good girl?
I ride the
elevator with Jesus
right up to the
top floor
will it matter if
I jump off the roof
when I can walk on
water?
© 2018
Cindy B. Stevens
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