Poem 4: Thoracic Outlet Syndrome

Arm extended,

 eyes diverted,

reaching

for another heart 

in a wary chest.



© 2010 by Kathryn Feigal. All rights reserved. 

Poem #3: The FBI Looks At My Hardrive

Agent Floyd: (in a low tone)

Axial poetics

chaos theory

hybrid air purifiers

rat control

Dim Mak Death Touch

Resonance Science

Agent Lawson: (boredom in his voice)

kundalini awakening

quantum theory

wood restoration

poetry daily

Both: (with disappointment)

Still a suspect, doubt she's the one -

too scattered.