More New April Poetry News!

"...At first I thought I was growing,

but my night time thighs turned into rabid hutches.
I blame the cracked windows for another invasion -
bird nests dripping bird baths of hot blood.

How can I create a bassinet for this misshapen baby?"

Lines from my poem, "Incubus Paralysis", now living in Buhito Press - http://buhitopress.blogspot.com/2015/04/incubus-paralysis-by-juliet-cook.html