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Jo McCrory is a writer and artist living in northern California.

  • Day 28: the devil you don’t

    Day 28: the devil you don’t

    a future stained my thighs, made a pool at my feet i thought i should feel despair but all i could think to do all my protesting body wanted was to dance scarlet foot prints on his floor leading from the bathroom to the front door down the steps into the gravel where my car baked in the hot sun a dance of ecstasy to prove my body knows best what is friend and what is foe but instead, i painted the sink a diluted red some would call it pink i called it mercy and never wore either color again
    a future stained my thighs,
    made a pool at my feet
    i thought i should feel despair
    but all i could think to do
    all my protesting body wanted
    was to dance scarlet foot prints on his floor
    leading from the bathroom to the front door 
    down the steps into the gravel where my car baked in the hot sun
    a dance of ecstasy
    to prove my body knows best
    what is friend and what is foe 

    but instead, i painted the sink a diluted red
    some would call it pink
    i called it mercy
    and never wore either color
    again
  • Day 27: memory is a funny thing

    Day 27: memory is a funny thing

    in a field of white, a crimson pond spread its curious shores away from the thicket. beyond, geese honked their warning two minutes too late, their wings like laughter as they took to the sky
    in a field of white, a crimson pond 
    spread its curious shores
    away from the thicket.
    beyond, geese honked their 
    warning two minutes too late,

    their wings like laughter as they took to the sky