Wrought & Found

Original poems and found images

–by Mia Sara

“Late to the Picnic”

When I say nature
think last exit before mother.
When I say mother think
she never knew what hit her.
A passing fancy.
When I raise my voice hear my
balconies fill.
A son is still a song.
If there are to be rosebuds
look before leaping
under the bus.
Use your mouth.
A kiss with frozen lips
Is better than a wooden nickel.
Don’t throw sand
it blinds the bird in hand.
Picnics are always a fiasco.
Is it too late to fix
the bones to set
the table stones stage
the distance between
my eyes my big spend
buying the time to carry him
when I should have
let him stand

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Mia Sara is an actress and poet living in Los Angeles. Her work has been published or is forthcoming in poemmemoirstory, Pembroke Magazine, The Write Room, PANK, Cultural Weekly, The Kit Kat Review, Forge, The Dirty Napkin, St. Ann’s Review, among others. For more please visit: http://wheretofindmiasara.tumblr.com/