I make myself
go slowly to the sink.
S o o o s l o w l y,
the blue-tailed skink,
sharp toothed and full
of hereditary stink,
sunbathing in our kitchen,
doesn’t realize
I’m a toe’s length
from the thread
of its claw, its
hypervigilance.
Millennia of evolution,
undone by a woman
wielding an empty
cookie jar.
Katherine Mercurio Gotthardt, copyright July 20, 2024, all rights reserved
Posted in Katherine's Coffeehouse
