by Marsha Owens
we play roulette with the dying
wrap nurses in black plastic bags
one day it’s like a miracle
easter will be glorious
i wonder
what i should do today
have always wanted to go to scotland
but i’ll go to my kitchen instead
circle my first world problem alone
the stupid, it burns
Marsha Owens lives and writes in Richmond, VA. Her writing has appeared in both print publications, including The Huffington Post, Wild Word Anthology, The Sun, and online at TheNewVerse.News, Poets Reading the News, Rat’s Ass Review, and Rise Up Review. She is a co-editor of the recently published poetry anthology Lingering in the Margins and a proud recipient of the Leslie Shiel Scholarship Award for Writers Who Read, awarded through the Visual Arts Center in Richmond.