Jefferson Carter


The Mummy - Poem by Jefferson Carter

THE MUMMY

Wrapped in my blue & white striped
100% Egyptian cotton bed sheet
I skulk in the vestibule. What a word–
ves.ti.bule, the last syllable
like breathing on a mirror. I overheard
two girls laughing about their teacher
arrested taking out the garbage
in his underwear. I say more power
to him. I’ll say to those girls the night
I catch them, have a little mercy.
Mercy, a word that sounds
like someone swallowing flowers.


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  • Gold Star - 8,164 Points Herbert Guitang (4/24/2014 7:21:00 PM)

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 24, 2014



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