A DOCTOR TIRES OF HER PATIENT
Red sailor, red sailor, red sailor, blue.
The moon is but the ocean’s broken
tooth. Your symptoms thin as bikini
strings. Still the sun is setting.
Silicon dioxide’s slick side, green
eye. All these primary colors can’t
cut a prescription yet. Red sailor,
red. Cough drop sunset slicked skeletal.
I have my own hurts to nurse.
I have so briefly to be beautiful.
Emily Paige Wilson is the author of I’ll Build Us a Home (Finishing Line Press, 2018). She has received nominations for Best New Poets, Best of the Net, and the Pushcart Prize. Her work can be found in The Adroit Journal, Hayden’s Ferry Review, PANK, and Thrush, among others. She lives in Wilmington, NC, where she received her MFA from UNCW. Visit her website at https://www.emilypaigewilson.com/
Silicon dioxide’s slick side, green
eye. All these primary colors can’t
cut a prescription yet. Red sailor,
red. Cough drop sunset slicked skeletal.
I have my own hurts to nurse.
I have so briefly to be beautiful.
Emily Paige Wilson is the author of I’ll Build Us a Home (Finishing Line Press, 2018). She has received nominations for Best New Poets, Best of the Net, and the Pushcart Prize. Her work can be found in The Adroit Journal, Hayden’s Ferry Review, PANK, and Thrush, among others. She lives in Wilmington, NC, where she received her MFA from UNCW. Visit her website at https://www.emilypaigewilson.com/.
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