Pirates

By Heather Sager

The morning’s fine by us:
The chairs are now volcanoes,
your crinkled mustache
has the right amount of menace
(though marked-on),
and many colorful plastic-brick embattlements
circumstantiate the floor. 
The red ambulance may dash 
outdoors, worrying our hearts;
a zombie may lurk upstairs. 
But we steal the moment back—
for our own good— 
and we smile upon each other
with crooked, happy curves.

Heather Sager lives in Illinois. Her poetry recently appeared in Amethyst Review, Visitant, Door Is A Jar, dreams walking, Harbinger Asylum, The Wild Word, Backchannels, Sandpiper, Remington Review, Writing in a Woman's Voice, Ariel Chart, and others. Heather’s fiction recently appeared in The Fabulist Words & Art, Slippage Lit, Horla, La Piccioletta Barca, Lamplit Underground, and Ariel Chart.