Friday, 3 February 2012

Heather Brager


if you remember that day,
the characters and unwritten script

the end of august in rapidly spliced frames
holding keys in my mouth

pulling strands from my neck and
wrapping my hair in the melting sunlight

my eyes burned from mincing garlic and
you smelled like vanilla and leather

Heather Brager is a professional multi-tasker, mother and skilled procrastinator.  Her writing and drawings have been published in a variety of online and print publications.  She currently resides in SW Montana with her two little boys and partner in crime, writer A.g. Synclair, with whom she co-edits The Montucky Review.

1 comment:

Peter Greene said...

Thanks for the poem, Heather! And thanks to the Rufous Salon for providing space and place!