Untitled by Tamara Franks

by Sammy Slabbinck
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you call this an emergency, 

shoplifting your way down Triana boulevard, 

shouting angry vernacular to the powerline birds; 

I waited for you all night, kept the engine running 

until the lights went out one by one; 

above me, above 

somewhere, this is only happenstance. 

this is dirty nails where some other girl 

dug through the mud, 

white leaflets of written brain 

running out. you call this an emergency; 

but oh, you haven’t seen just how heron-

flushed I can be, emerging from 

urban brush, hounded by

your hungry dogs.

Tamara Franks

Tamara Franks is a graduate of the University of Alabama in Huntsville with a BA in English. She’s lived in all regions of the U.S. and has been writing poetry for ten years. Aside from writing, she’s passionate about horses, film, and folk music. Her two horses have been her companions and guides in life for the last several years. She maintains a Tumblr blog at thewrittenpoet.tumblr.com.