A Dying Star
                           “No-one ever leaves a star. 
                           That's what makes one a star.”
                                -Norma Desmond, Sunset Blvd. 1950



She had a face 
like no-one

A black mark: the moon has dimmed

And the house is empty except
for a thousand repeated faces;

Waiting, as time stood still,
for the star to fall.

Shh, I think I hear something




Notes on my first thunderstorm as a poet



Characters

                   my dead grandmother
                   God
                   me


Flashback

                   my father’s childhood bed


                   Sleep. It is just God bowling.

Kimberly Ruth is a recent graduate from SUNY New Paltz where she received a BFA in photography and a BA in journalism. She plans to attend graduate school in the fall, where she will work towards an MFA degree in Fine Art. You can view samples of her work HERE.