Hermit

I have grown a little eccentric,
a little discontent, I suppose,
since I moved my corner rocking chair
to the very center of the den
near the growling, grinning heater
to cover the carpet’s balding bald spot
and began turning the volume to heaven
to drown out the absence of snoring
in the fireplace glow of yellow-orange
and flashing turquoise tongues.

I must admit,
I have also grown
a little unnerved
by the eerie reverie
of snow-silent cats.

Previously published in The Bitchin’ Kitsch, April 2015

Megan Denese Mealor

Megan Denese Mealor resides in her native land of Jacksonville, Florida. A survivor of bipolar disorder, she often incorporates her kaleidoscopic emotions into her writing. Her work has been featured in literary journals worldwide, most recently in Spillwords, Eunoia Review, and The Stray Branch. Nominated twice for the Pushcart Prize, Megan has authored two full-length poetry collections: "Bipolar Lexicon" (Unsolicited Press) and "Blatherskite" (Clare Songbirds). Currently, Megan is studying English at the University of North Florida while caring for her autistic son. She, her family, and three cats occupy a cavernous, yet cozy townhouse ornamented with ads for Victorian inventions.

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