Seventh Sorrow by Jaime Shea

She kept it
 .locked, in her rib cage
wrote it in yellow on the petals
.  of a cactus flower.

You will uncover
..a hint, in the dust
on the air, hiding around
the name she etched

the face she closed up in
her passport, the space between
her knees
the ground she left
.........................         .incomplete
In the sour, spoiled
...tongues that make us
.............................               .ex-babies.


After gallivanting around much of the Midwestern and North
Eastern states, Jaime Shea currently lives in rural Arkansas.
She has a background in Psychology and performing arts and
a passion for creative writing, poetry, and photography. Her poetry,
essays, technical and freelance writing can be found in publications
including The Cabinet of the Solar Plexus, Etc: A Review of General Semantics,
About the River Valley, The ATU Writer, and, of course,
numerous bottom drawers and recycling bins.