Laurie Kolp

Pillowed Rift Cento

All night your moth-breath flickers flat pink roses

in a rampage of champagne-colored rain.

Moonlight, that cliff in whose rift we lie,

            moves through mute rooms. I palm

deceits tacked up like family photographs.

Tapped like a cask, the years into my pillow.

Cento Credits- Poems of Sylvia Plath: L1-Morning Song; L2-Circus in Three Rings; L3- Event; L4- Blue Moles; L5-The Detective; L6-Face Lift

Bio: Laurie Kolp is an avid runner and lover of nature living in Texas with her husband, three children, and two dogs. Her poems have recently appeared in Moria, The Pinch, San Pedro River Review, A-Minor, and more. Laurie’s poetry books include the full-length Upon the Blue Couch and chapbook Hello, It's Your Mother. Learn more at www.lauriekolp.com, @KolpLaurie on Twitter and https://www.facebook.com/KolpLaurie.