Five Poem by Lora Cooley

I know that you are tired
Most seem so strange
It's done because that is their personal tiny miracle
Like now as like before
Listening to certain people now abe to transgress graveyards
And bones
And limbs
Women break vases against walls
And men drink too much
Nobody ever finds the one
Crawing in and out of beds
Loneiness
In this world you can see it

Hands of a clock

Love or no love
People are not good to each other

We are afraid
The terror of aching in one place,
Alone
People are not good to each other
They never will be
I don't ask them to be

Trapped by fate
Nobody finds the one

Say that there's a chance
It's keep the rope from throats,
Maybe it will loosen yours