poem where I catch la chupacabra
When
I catch him,
I
will let you know.
I
will keep him in our secret box:
the
box that holds some
of
Sandman’s sand, the teeth
the
fairy left behind,
the
words you wished
you
could take back,
the
lost time neatly stored
in
old calendars.
I
will muzzle him at night,
feed
him milk in the mornings,
let
him out to play in the cellar.
He
will be our secret,
like
most things.
Kateema Lee is a Washington D. C. native. Her poetry has appeared or is forthcoming in print and online journals such as PMS: Poemmemoirstory, African American Review, Gargoyle, Word Riot and others.
Kateema Lee is a Washington D. C. native. Her poetry has appeared or is forthcoming in print and online journals such as PMS: Poemmemoirstory, African American Review, Gargoyle, Word Riot and others.
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