Tropic of Comforter

3/17/2019

“Five more minutes”
became forty five
no wonder
the drugs wore off
my hollow belly
a clothes washer full
of razor blades on rinse
I still don’t want
to leave my bed
cuz Advil’s in Arabia
but it’s warm
down in Belize
Elysium dreams placebos
purring me to burrow
in the sweet soft
Tropic of Comforter
curiously chewing
on my pain.

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Heather Lee Rogers

I write and perform poetry. I have been published on various websites and in print at various times throughout my life. I live in NYC where I work as an actor. Acting makes me forget that I'm a poet for long stretches of time. But I mean to work on that here: I'll be posting old poems, new poems and in between. Thanks for visiting. Enjoy!