by Kiley Lee
$3 Slippers
The mountains seem so far away
but I am still rolling downhill
ripping squares from the
ragged quilt-bridge to
my own dungeon
Oh, please let the seams hold —
This is my only path to comfort
“Let the bars open”
I will stay in my home
This small window is fine
I am grateful
Thank you
Please, take these leftovers with you
I don’t have the room
and I know you could use them
I’ll be fine, I promise
I’ll shuffle to the next pot
of gold — through the next
valley
I know these hills
Kiley Lee is a Pushcart nominated poet and artist, with work in multiple publications and exhibitions across the United States. She’s from Almost Heaven, West Virginia, and loves staring at the clouds. She tweets @kileylee_. Find more of her work here: https://linktr.ee/kileylee