There’s a wind chime on the front doorknob

and I feel like I can’t remove it.

— “The Untouchable Windchime,” Susan Brennan

the seething, the tired of waiting.

While on hold I’ve graded homework and ordered a pressure cooker.

— “On Hold,” Sara Wallace

In my dream   I was a bride:

gazing from under   thin veil   blonde curls

small hands more like   Marilyn Monroe

— “Two Dreams,” Lucyna Prostko

i put on a poem

in lieu of a dress

— “My Guy,” Martha Strom

Something I should say to mommy,

I am not emotional enough,

— “A Dowager Reflects Kindly,” Carrie Chang

You can accept that the food is rotten

or you can reverse time and use Tupperware.

— “Airtight,” Emily Gordon