What I Did That Day
By Katherine Gotthardt |
An Ode to My Former Teammates at IBM
Heya, so you know what I did? Took the day off
to think about what was actually happening,
was really going on behind the scenes, behind
the screens and the gaslighting. I mean, I got up
On Being Obsequious
By Katherine Gotthardt |
She told me obsequious wasn’t the right word,
wasn’t the way to describe that grainy beach in
loosely translated terms of something yielding
and servile, but here it still is after decades of
Magpie
By Katherine Gotthardt |
My dearly beloveds, I’d like to tell you
and the magpie how very much you are
needed, how very lovely it is to hear you
What It’s All About
By Katherine Gotthardt |
You see (I seem to start that way a lot lately, don’t I?) what
it’s really about is the choices we make, even the littlest
ones we CAN make, where we really do have several options,
On Choosing a Tomb
By Katherine Gotthardt |
He says he wants to see Solomon's
tomb, the Ark of the Covenant, and
treasures that turn dragons a shade
of muted emerald. Furtively search
Identity
By Katherine Gotthardt |
The way he says identity politics—as if claiming any identity
is something moderately pornographic, a Congressional
tabloid where everything is dirtier than he is. Never mind
his own proud proclamation: White male. Lover of guns
Or Perhaps
By Katherine Gotthardt |
Or perhaps you would prefer to hear
my hands shake, that I can no longer
feel my fingertips, that I shut them in