Katherine's Coffeehouse

And if you ask me what it is to age, I will tell you what I heard from snapdragon,

Once, I killed a fish. More than once, if you count the 22 goldfish I accidentally overfed before the ick took over,

Today is again a tight uniform, starched collar against us

I am determined to start this day with poetry.

There is nothing neat about it.

Sometimes, this is all I need:To sit, secure, with my palm on the throatof day. Press lightly on its pulse.Breathe in with it. Clench. Loosen. Unfasten the guessingof whether it is innuendo of rain,or just another wind speaking in futuretense. Stop beingso yesterday. So two minutes ago.So, “This is the start ofmy ending.” Quit projectinginhospitable […]

My darling, this flamboyant season moves quickly,

favoring neither leg, nor whip, nor the hushof cajole (control)simply a horse whinny to make a country better than it is,kinderthan it thought it could bethat’s allthank youfor your timeKatherine Mercurio Gotthardt, copyright July 23, 2024, all rights reserved

I make myself go slowly to the sink.

This poem is not for poets.