A City Mom

Mimi cooks with open lips and too much weight on

the-doctor-said-bad-hip.

Harsh words float from her tongue real quick.

Fervent slips of words,

Wishes.

THE WALLS HOLD MORE THAN HEAT HERE.

Her on-paper-healthy-body

Shivers.

She accedes her glass

Fixtures

The home’s adornment of frames and

So-called-perfect-pictures

With fast blows of simple

words and wishes.

PLEASE,

I CAN’T COOK ON SIDEWALKS.

The in-due-time-clock

Tic-tic-twitches.

But, time aint always so good

To her kind.

Now,

Mimi sleeps under the

Leaky faucet of

Moonshine and

Stardrops

Cracked fences aren’t quite

What the walls been

Alleyways ain’t much a place for singin

The heat’s got plenty ways

Of escapin

All Mimi can do

Here

is open her lips

To a wily sky

Of lost prayer and

Recipes

It seems things out

Here

In the dreams-wide-open

Go just as she gone:

UNSEEN

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Throughout her childhood adventures, and equally imaginative young adult life, Skye Ellis has been lead by curiosity. Ellis moved from MA to D.C. to explore community, identity, free play, improvisation, and the art of organized rebellion. Questions about the society in which she's expected to conform to stimulate her work as an actress, writer, designer, and friend.