Even as I sit
to chronicle this last
dull week in our summer home
domesticity a worn rug
dissolving my achy feet
she is carrying room to room
our son/daughter
thanking me with her stiff roundness
thanking me for washing a carload of dishes
for gleaming counter tops
windows glinting
their obtuse sun from any angle
Eight months
and I've learned
we are best
at what we loathe
Think of the husband
whose suddenly corpulent wife
insists on nightly love
to make perfectly sure
Think also of the champion salesman
who began by dreading his Hoover
then to make filth his art
Where once my mop
only found kitchen center
today I am not satisfied
on hands and knees
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Issue 53
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Editor's Note
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Poetry
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Fiction
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Book Review
- David Rigsbee reviews Midnight Lantern: New And Selected Poems
by Tess Gallagher
- David Rigsbee reviews Midnight Lantern: New And Selected Poems