Poetry by Aleathia Drehmer

               ​Lauren Gardenbelle Fritts CC




A Poem for the Lost Poems

At the rim of sleep
I squander the words
scrawled in pencil--
a gossamer transmutation
of fingers to paper
as I walk a dirt road.
 
It winds through
a trailer park
and I know then:

this is where
all the lost
poems go.
 
They are confined
in aluminum boxes
with dirty windows
 
unrecognizable
screaming
clawing at the door

a neglected dog.
All these moments
wasted in the Elysian Fields
 
where lucidity is impotent
and reality is the arbiter
of this mental gaping mouth.

Aleathia Drehmer was the one time editor of Durable Goods and In Between Altered States, co-editor of Full of Crow and Zygote in My Coffee. Her work has been published in print and online for poetry, fiction, and photography. Her most recent work can be seen in Heroin Love Songs and Fragmented Lines. She has upcoming work in South Shore Review, Ambrosial Literary Garland, and The Red Penguin Collective. She is currently writing novels and poetry. You can visit her author page at www.aleathiadrehmer.com

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