Truth: An Exercise Showing Details in Poem Starweather Press, LLC Uncategorized March 27, 2020 1 Minute Truth Black liner frames a blue eye. Thick as molasses in July. The bills roll in on white feathered wings. Black ink demanding labor paying. “I’m fine,” I say to the cashier at Caribou. Tall latte with cinnamon sprinkles. Red lips stained with Maybelline. The bills stack in my purse and I’m paying. Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Published by Starweather Press, LLC Heather A Busse is a mother of two daughters, works as a professional writer/editor, and is devoted to the craft elements of writing. She also loves astronomy, dance, music, and the arts in all their forms. View all posts by Starweather Press, LLC Published March 27, 2020
