Baskin Cooper
Fever Drift
the storm in the cemetery soaked me
rain threading through the stones
I come home dripping midnight
the fever already waiting
I sweat through the couch
tea tastes like vinegar and fire
curtains turn to trees
their roots scraping the floor
bubbles bloom on the ceiling
like the house has learned to breathe
a lamp sighs
the walls lean closer
two nights in a single blink
clothing glued to my skin
the taste of dirt in my mouth
sunbeams finally meeting birdsong
Bio
Baskin Cooper is an award-winning poet, visual artist, and multidisciplinary creator based in Chatham County, North Carolina. A PhD in psychology who previously lived in Cork, Ireland, he explores folklore, lyricism, and personal history. His poems have appeared in Verse-Virtual, ONE ART: A Journal of Poetry, Ink & Oak Lit, and others.