Paranoia by Bonnie McClellan

Paranoia

 

Her eyes slide to the side

like a Sienese saint

Painted by the brothers who died in the plague

back when there were 100 stories to tell

while bodies rotted,

left where they fell.

Escape into a place where

 we can’t smell

we can’t feel

we can’t fear

But she’s convinced it’s coming:

selfie snapping

facial mapping

the lost weekend

the bottom

of the barrel.

 

Three Saints (oil on panel) by Lorenzetti

By bonniemcclellan

Mother, poet, american ex-pat from Texas living in Northern Italy.

3 comments

  1. i was just re-reading this one……brava.

    Il giorno dom 24 mag 2020 alle ore 11:40 Bonnie McClellan’s Weblog ha scritto:

    > bonniemcclellan posted: “Paranoia Her eyes slide to the side like a > Sienese saint Painted by the brothers who died in the plague back when > there were 100 stories to tell while bodies rotted, left where they fell. > Escape into a place where we can’t s” >

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