Three Poems by Sarah Nichols

Blood, Treading

Blood began

glittering red

throbbing book

My eleven body

caught out

flicked a switch

I guess I must know

about things

now

Pieces in a jigsaw,

humming.

Source: King, Stephen. The Shining. New York: Signet, 1977.

Welcome to Hard Times

Can I tell you about the time

I spent my thirtieth birthday

in the bughouse ?

Some kind of a nervous breakdown.

Bills and death on the end

of a phone call.

Person to person.

Hospital whites, but it

was fine.

My mother and sister

brought cake to the

long plastic day room.

I wore designer shoes.

My proof that I was

(never never never)

fine.

Source: King, Stephen. The Shining. New York: Signet, 1977. Print.

Adult Thoughts (A Sort of Sonnet)

1. Let's tell the truth here. 2. I'm really not alright. 3. I'm

alone. 4. The way things are and the way things should be

hardly get together. 5. Good people die in bad, painful ways.

6. There are things no one can explain. 7. You’re not a

kid anymore. 8. Everything will be fine, just fine. 9. Do you

really think so ? 10. Worry crosses state lines. 11. There will be

other books. 12. The taste of great American writing

makes me sick. 13. How many times, over how many years, have I

asked for the mercy of a second chance ? 14. I’ve seen

things.

Source: King, Stephen. The Shining. New York: Signet, 1977. Print

Sarah Nichols lives and writes in Connecticut. She is the author of four chapbooks, including Dreamland for Keeps (forthcoming, Porkbelly Press, 2018) and She May Be a Saint (Hermeneutic Chaos Press, 2016). Her work has also appeared in Queen of Cups, Rogue Agent, and The RS 500.