My Dad Is Sick

I’m not saying –
To all the followers,
To all the friends,
To all the subscribers–
Anything about the terror
That is holding me so still.
So still I appear
So still I seem
So still I could be
The soaking cold
Night before
Spring dawns.
I am, not.
Electric, I am, in hateful waiting.
The stillness of
An alligator jaw.

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Elizabeth G. Howard is poet, journalist, and digital marketing specialist. She founded Demand Poetry in 2008, writing original poetry at virtual and live at events on her Olivetti 33 typewriter. Her writing has been published in Boston Literary Magazine, American Craft, Bentlily among many others. She is member of the Writing Workshop Kansas City and a resident of the Writer’s Colony at Dairy Hollow. She calls Iowa, London, and Kansas City home.

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