Room to Room
by Stacey Margaret Jones
ER weather is
incessant wailing
sharp and raw
weighted,
not the light cry of fakery
when resorting to that
malingering bait to gain
The fix.
No words
from the woman
bawling out
for thirty-four minutes,
just vowels in waves
and washes.
Ambient pain
for all of us waiting.
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Stacey’s poems have also been published in Slant, Ariel, North Coast Review, Shelterbelt and Agave.