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I brought the little bed downstairs. On the curb it can be taken by anyone. In my cave I carved with nails what I thought was the only sun. It’s cruel, this purple sky. The light is cruel. Truth walks by in her ranger uniform, her little dog barking: you didn’t have to stay so long. I hate that dog. I hate truth. I hate that little bed I clutched for years like an intestinal perforation. The house stands severe behind me like a statue of Mary. A dewdrop eats its sister. I’ve become the sort of woman who kneels in the wishing well to wash her face.
Cydni Thompson is an emerging poet from Jamaica, Queens. She is pursuing an MFA at Queens College. Her work can be found in Bear Review, trampset, No, Dear Magazine, and elsewhere.
