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 […]

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 […]

I make myself go slowly to the sink.

This poem is not for poets.