Collecting Him Still – Poetry by Catherine

I have a face that
questions taking part,
and a corner that piles
books like it’s 
a year-end holiday, 
I don’t spell properly,
I can’t say what got
in the way of the iec’s
and the tz’s,
I make a fine bundt cake though

I called him a year ago
to hear his voice say
Hello, I didn’t answer,
never wanted to take him
from his forty year skinny dip
with the blond,
I listened, then turned back
to my sandpaper and
an opinionated west wind

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About the Poet

Catherine is a published New England poet. She believes oceans that fall in the night are good for writing. Her conch shells have speakers.

For the first time in nearly five years, Vita Brevis is closed for submission. Read the full story here.