by Mark S. Osaki
We have become accustomed
to taking one to bed
like a nightmare
kept under the pillow
for just those times
persuasion must be fatal,
as we when we huddled
in fear and anger
threatening the
awaited intruder,
our mouths a ragged
ache of holes
against the familiar
impact.
Mark S. Osaki writes poetry for the dispossessed, the marginalized and the traditionally unheard voices. He is an Asian American who has been writing for many, many years.
Hawaii Pacific Review 