DREAM OF IVY
You know the story of the woman in a turret and how ivy puts its fingers across the moon. And besides, no one could hear. Ivy that grows like kudzu in the deepest part of Georgia swallowing up a single house in one night. I would have lowered my long hair to a lover lured him with blood in a bottle, each drop a ruby with a poem etched on it or carved my initials in the grey stone around his heart. I'd have talked to the birds or waited slept 20 years given away my children. Only I was outside trying to get in.