Katherine's Coffeehouse

It flies across my bathroom floor, sliver of a creature,

I am here to remind you: Nothing you made was for us.

The complex backstory ends at my short relationship with photosynthesis. I was okay

My father effused, everything is nothing,

In the wondering, I asked who I am. Not who I might be,

impermanence nothing is actually owned lease the day

Whether nature or nurture can never be established, boundaries

Finally, silence. Nothing more than our original Earth intended.

My children say I hoard, and perhaps they are right—

I would like to tell you that now I am happy. But I am not.