Eddie
Stacy Skolnik
Who rose up in me
like a pale sun.
Like a nauseous flower
that I clipped and saved the petals of in some sour box.
Who I never knew
but knew to be small as the size of a poppy seed.
Eddie, who came to me in a dream,
once I had killed him confidently.
Who I would have kept,
tiny and tucked away inside of my bellied body
forever if I could. But things grow,
so I slew him without question.
I squashed him, sucked him
out of myself like a dust bunny, like a bug, quicker than he came.
To my surprise he has only grown bigger
and bigger, tall as any man
with a face.
Stacy Skolnik is a poet currently living in New York City. You can find some of her work, for better or worse, scattered about the internet on various websites such as Red Fez, The Caterpillar Chronicles, The Poet in New York, and Yes, Poetry.