Sarah Sisson Poems

My cat is not much of a hunter. A mouse
he brought in and did not kill; now in my house, ...

...this small but wild creature, to name I not dare
...

I've often wondered if
anything will be satisfactory...
When I get something
accomplished I always
...

When our love died it made me whence.
I shook my heart I fled. Defense...

...was what I had to do to free
...

So many times I catch myself
thinking about things that just

arent true. Yet they seem so real
...

Shall I speak of him
with twisted tongue?

My lover is not at all
...

I'm sure that I do things that are a little odd.
Like making fun of myself and acting gullible.

What you don't know is that I take things
...

I am so bold as to damage
a good name with a whim
of self desperation. I can
dig my claws in to you,
...

I can see that things
are on the verge of
going to pot. A little
mess due to my attention
...

Ah, the infamous tomorrow
has turned into today. Have
my expectations changed from
my lovely night spent planning?
...

This morning I am wretched
and foul. I have sinned again.
Another chunk of sanity
is found bathing outside in
...