Supermarket 10pm The snack aisle strikes me as too peppy. AndI tripped on my own shoes trying to self-checkout too many apricots. Nina Simone on lowvolume’s really bumming me out. This year,I cried in your kitchen while you made crepes.I stole a tub of ricotta cheese. I was lateon purpose and I never did my… Continue reading Ellen Morgan Butler
Author: Ellen Morgan Butler
is originally from Nashville, Tennessee, and has been living and writing in Wellington since 2017. You can read more of her poetry and short fiction in Takahē, Mayhem, Turbine│Kapohau, and elsewhere.
H.D. Imagiste watches the birth of the new woman on tv – Ellen Morgan Butler
This is my ambered sarcasm. / This is my garden’s rough / cut blossom my / bitter jewel with veins of pearl / and the hard-edge glow of the / indigestible.