Katherine's Coffeehouse

I’m over being sorryabout the palm that bothers the cat’s belly in searchof something angora. About fingertips that have given […]

Author's Note: When I was about 15, I was hired part-time as a nurse's assistant in a nursing home. My job was to bathe, dress, feed and care for elderly people, including those with dementia and Alzheimer's.

I am not sure what is more important: to tell you how I used to narrate my life in my mind while I walked the neighborhood as a child? How I never moved my lips, but somehow made more exciting that single horse farm on the corner,

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?