Katherine's Coffeehouse

other times it feels like not even the worst what ifs can scratch

And this six o’clock Saturday morning, I thought I’d be brave enough to write about birds, or how blessed anyone is to get to grow old, only I am thinking

I want to tell you things look different now, more early morning, more finch

And if I have to be transparent,

Even dandelions have backstories, if you think long enough about your past. How when you were supple

Sunday morning. Persistent cardinal at the front window.

And I would like to label it just a bad mood, this feeling of being closed in, trapped by failing bone and muscle and a system set tightly around the rich and healthy. Except

I have spent far too many moments picking up what does not belong to me. Random pieces

Moving inherently means sorting through the ages, opening trunks

It was Trapper Keepers and binders, the smell of vinyl, paper, and chalk, how the window sounded cracked open, because September can still be warm. And whenever I