[Prompt: Write a poem either titled or centred around a ‘Kaleidoscope’]
she is maKing her bed this morning
before high school And broken
wavy lines like Looking through leaded glass
are what she seEs: the comforter
is all messed up & shImmering
as EDna Pontellier in The Awakening
when she walks to drOwn herself
in the Gulf. So okay, she tells herself,
don’t paniC, don’t panic:
another Ocular migraine
with Phosphenes and the
unmistakable scEnt of pinks