Wednesday, January 25, 2017


“—at the house,”
nursing a small pot, neat
as a purse-snatch, waiting to be used,
parenting a coma, just
thou, afterthought, hung on a hook,
nasty pout in the hallway, house, its life complete,
small as a guild, literal and omnipotent,
a plea we might enter later—
ow lovely to live somewhere so brief,
you must say hello from me.

Joy Katz