I. A book with a title that says it all
After the pear fell into the milk,
cacophony at the kitchen table
me swearing a hole in my mouth
as I lay down my book because like it
or not this day has begun.
After the crackling grass
the wind lifts the edges of our nest
and I am mid-sentence, a bookmark:
ants smacked from my inner thigh
next to me, my dog claiming the teasing fly.
III. A book gestures goodnight
After the thumping and burning like hell
the quiet strands of hair.
We give in to marriage,
sometimes a hum sounding like a sigh,
sometimes a book gesturing goodnight.
Heather Taylor Johnson
1 October 2015