Kelsey Sorge

The Lonely

When The Lonely grew too large,
she locked it in the closet and fed it
loose buttons and wads of hair

raked from her hairbrush,
wrapped it safe and sound in the arms
of her grandmother’s old sweater

so that at night, when it thought
she was sleeping, it would sing
its tender song, the one where

she didn’t know the language
but the tune felt so familiar.

Kelsey Sorge once dreamed an entire novel and woke up unable to remember a word