Jenica Lodde lives and writes in Clarks Green, Pennsylvania.
Still Life
By Jenica Lodde
I don’t need to call you out of your self.
I house enough comfort in my own
thick blanket of dark.
Find me
in the quiet places
making my own peace.
Don’t bring me flowers.
Give me the garden:
one minute of your soul
scrubbed clean by a night rain.