Elvira Tired, by Ed Coletti

When Elvira Tired arrives home
She notices as she’d hoped that the light
Is out, that no one else this evening will be in
Her house, that she will be alone to ponder
Why she likes to be isolated at home so much that
She cannot yet imagine invisible shrieking demons
Climbing all over her like a spreading rash when
She finally is left solitary in this house forever.


Ed Coletti studied under Robert Creeley in  San Francisco (1970-71).  Recent poems appear in The Brooklyn RailNorth American Review, SpillwayBig Bridge, and Kentucky Review. Most recent poetry collection The Problem With Breathing(Edwin Smith Publishing –Little Rock- 2015).

Posted on December 21, 2016, in Issue 19: Speculative Poetry and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.

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