The Web Poetry Corner - Heather Prudence Davis - Drifting Turkey
Drifting Turkey
by
Heather Prudence Davis
It happened again
on Thanksgiving Day
I lost my limbs
and began floating
down the stairs
with hands like ice
and a sponge for a brain.
Auto pilot kicked on
all feelings were gone.
Dad said something, poked me
my cue to giggle.
I chopped potatoes
by the sink.
All the while lying in
my white room with
a stuffed cat and a
bouquet of fresh lilacs.