Katherine's Coffeehouse

It has been too long/since I've felt an infant's cheek

Those times you have insomnia dragging you to the streets,

I'm thinking of those who blister beneath bland words, boil at banal exposure

Easter – door open, inviting in the sun, we are weeding your new front lawn,

It’s the connotation that matters: Something feasible turns preferable,

It's absurd, this deafening ring, as if I'd put my ear by an air raid call, let the sound in, […]

That 1980’s phone, boxy against your ear – don’t you think we could hear better then? Didn’t we listen more […]

Protest poem by Katherine M. Gotthardt