sandman

By Wanda Morrow Clevenger

there were times

a year or two

here and there

at the housing

when I had a bedroom

to myself, upstairs

facing the Christenson’s

front door

 

the window fan blared so

behind the headboard

I could talk out loud

in anonymity

 

I prayed

in the wild whirl

forever it seemed

to be someone else

 

but the fan was so loud

no one ever heard

 

Wanda Morrow Clevenger lives in Hettick, IL.  She use to keep small birds but they continued to commit suicide on her watch.  Now she randomly kills orchids.