A Short Story About Us After They’ve Gone

A. Marie/Poet’s Corner

Poet's Corner

She is a winged doe, plodding along the kitchen tile,
hither/thither clipping orchids, melting wax, reaching out
to catch the tray of flutes before it falls—
but it falls, makes such a racket, cacophony of clattering
she curses, spouts a string of psalms and esoteric verses,
kicks the chunks of shards and tires her feet,
shoves it in a corner and forgets about it until the night,
slings the cupboards open and demands I climb
to the tippy-most tower where her grandfather’s
old boozy glassware has waited five decades to be touched,

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Author: braveandrecklessblog

A former clinical social worker, I am a research administrator, writer and artist. I started writing fiction and poetry in my pre-teen years and most recently have been writing essays at the intersection of popular culture, politics, world events and my personal experience. I take the world seriously but believe that the ability to laugh at myself is essential to my survival. I am rediscovering myself at 50 after being defined primarily by my roles for the last 18 years. I refuse to be invisible. I honor my voice. I write because I have to.

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