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