She So Mushrooms
A poem by Sarah Sarai

She So Mushrooms

#1
A seven a.m. stretch 
cracks open 
the mission statement.

Be kind. Be rich. Be eager. 
Be yourself.
Believe you are whole
(A thought with wings,
it soars, flap flap.)

Consciousness, 
I am here to reword 
the mission statement.

#2
When they said 
Ask for help lifting 
the fogbank, I asked. 
Gratitude, wily stage crew,
hammering a new world. 
Easing structures of pain 
so life isn’t suspended  
in a solution solving nothing.

About the Author:

Sarah Sarai studied psychic healing for two years from a teacher who survived challenges of being tested at the Department of Kinesiology at UCLA. She believes in straight-ahead Western medicine, but well-knows its limitations and includes poetry and flowering intuition to work on her portion of the world. She is author of the collections Bright-Eyed (Poets Wear Prada); That Strapless Bra in Heaven (Kelsay Books); Geographies of Soul and Taffeta (Indolent Books); and The Future Is Happy (BlazeVOX), as well as over twenty published short stories, many reviews, and more. She lives in New York City and freelances as an editor of poetry, fiction, and nonfiction.

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