Chris Butler

The way you looked that night...

still steals my sleep.

snowy skin,
racoon mascara,
skull cap strands,
snatching fingernails,

deceptive dress,
silenced slippers,
strangling necklace,
masking panties,

no prints discarded
on the carpet,
no imprint of a figure
in the mattress,
no hairs as evidence
of your presence

bare feet sneaking out
the broken window

as I was discarded, broken,
bound and gagged and
left unconscious in the closet.

 

Chris Butler is an illiterate poet. He has previously published five books and five chapbooks of poetry, most recently DOOMER from Ethel Press. He is also the co-editor of The Beatnik Cowboy literary journal.