Katherine's Coffeehouse

What feels better now? The stretch of spine in a container of stiffened disc and nerve?

I am beginning to reassemble, like I did before a school day, when an eraser was just one more child crushed in the bottom of a book bag:

Goodbye to my spine that complains

This vivid morning, owl still howling a dirge into another daytime, I am reminded of you,

Let me tell you what I brought:

And in the shadow of yesterday,

Can you still manage to care for the vulnerable?

And it occurs to me that the throat of sunrise has more than a singular sermon,

Ever have a morning where everything seems to bother you? Where coffee filters conjoin like slurwords, and not even your longest thumbnail can separate what has become what?

When sometimes you paint a door because you’ve left it too long,