Issue No. 15, Winter 2015

Toti O’Brien

Then she went to the window.
House sunk into silence.
No light under the
bedroom door.

All breath swallowed
by velvet dark she
went, tiptoeing

She stared at the
building invisible.
Blisters wounding
the surface.

How she loved those
golden peepholes!
Full of shades
she had no name for.

She saw cutouts
of the inscrutable maze
from her vantage
point. Seeing

was all she wanted.
Dark building pierced
yellow. Games
she couldn’t unscramble.

Toti O’Brien’s work has appeared in Synesthesia, Siren, The Harpoon Review, and Litro NY , among other journals and anthologies.