It's Still Life

Snagged

I’m like petulant weather,
a martyr to salt-cures for scars and apathy,

And today, I snagged my arm
on a canine-toothed thorn of a rose bush,

Something prolific
rolled off my ownerless tongue, but

When the rain comes,
it’ll wash that secret language out of my head.

For Linda Hill’s JusJoJan “Canine”. It took a while for my head to come up with something for the word “Caine”. AI Digital Art is mine and created using Midjourney’s bot (v4). Image and poem ©Misky 2023 Shared on Twitter #amwriting @midjourney @LindaGHill #JusJoJan