“—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
