Flannel for Hands

shy watson

its december


im in love with you

in a hole

looking up

at the sky

this is just

something i do

in the morning

i cant leave

& at night

the energy

is up

to here

ive never 

felt this 

soft before but now

i cant touch


im sorry 

so many times

i crash the car

the same wall gradually

chipping away

i am such a hornet

in the moonlight


but you are


all of the time 

shy watson is a writer who mostly lives in new york. she wrote Cheap Yellow (CCM 2018) & four chapbooks. more work can be found at places like The Rumpus, New York Tyrant, & Hobart. she has a novel manuscript she wants someone to publish. follow her on twitter @proverbialthot