Droppings
just inside
the sage-green door
you’re there not there
odd
shadows disquieting
here’s the razor-sharp knife
you know
to brace the steel & feel for nicks
nuanced so faint one must
intuit their absence
we pressed
the perfect crust into the fluted pan
baked the perfect pie imperfectly
listened to the errant boombox
you’ve tuned
it drifted band to band
now ballpoint lines on masking tape mark
music news
the game of find it keep it
no more chance
no more chants
drift past my breakfast toast now
. . . can’t travel
away from you
rolling pine cone
each time I go to leave
my shoes hide
in your dreams
& in the pantry
under the green glass bottle of Vinho Verde
resting sideways on the shelf
under the sagging paper bag of tortillas
behind the cracked plastic bucket (useless now)
traces of a mouse
the sage-green door
you’re there not there
odd
shadows disquieting
here’s the razor-sharp knife
you know
to brace the steel & feel for nicks
nuanced so faint one must
intuit their absence
we pressed
the perfect crust into the fluted pan
baked the perfect pie imperfectly
listened to the errant boombox
you’ve tuned
it drifted band to band
now ballpoint lines on masking tape mark
music news
the game of find it keep it
no more chance
no more chants
drift past my breakfast toast now
. . . can’t travel
away from you
rolling pine cone
each time I go to leave
my shoes hide
in your dreams
& in the pantry
under the green glass bottle of Vinho Verde
resting sideways on the shelf
under the sagging paper bag of tortillas
behind the cracked plastic bucket (useless now)
traces of a mouse
©2017 Judith Pacht