talking to marigolds

so what are you saying, Mary Gold?

that you think i run on solar power

and every night

i die a little bit more?

what planet are YOU on?


by mary ann blinkhorn

new scene

taking steep steps

through shallow waters

i find my dignity


REM sleep

batting eyelashes

new scenes presiding


firm mattress flips out the guy

transforms him into a flying man

with plot-ripe intentions

a future superhero

who lacerates all previously-written scripts

from now on

it’s high concept all the way

new scene:


he pulls you along through the marigolds



by mary ann blinkhorn

written for Three Word Wednesday at