I lie.
I lay awake with a fig
in my belly. I am hungry
still for the lies
we tell each other.
Sweet fruit.
I lie
with whispers into your sleeping
ear. I plant
the seeds that grow
into orchards.
Header photograph © Jason D. Ramsey.
Ray Ball, Ph.D., is a history professor at the University of Alaska Anchorage. When not in the classroom or the archives, she enjoys running marathons and spending time with her spouse Mark and beagle Bailey. She is the author of two history books and her creative work has recently appeared in Breadcrumbs Mag, L’Éphémère Review, and The Cabinet of Heed.
Such an evocative, effective poem! Great work!