Never
Fully
Heights heightened—and now,
this fading.
This
Diminishment.
This falling from
Fancy
which wouldn't
have lasted forever
anyway (this,
the consolement I've chosen).
Most keys will melt. Eventually.
Most locks, in time, impenetrable.
(But
what
of The Beat?)
(But
what
of The Flip?)
Not Yet Lead: South Foundation Hall
As long as he lectures, I am safe.
This room shields me: horrid
florescent ceiling, dull blue
chalkboard, his close-cropped
beard. My limbs are not
yet lead. Outside, framed
by third floor windows, rabid
snow falls. Indeterminate
evening where a call will
come or not.
Wendy's Side Salad
Whenever I eat Wendy's,
I think of my mother:
of how she would
only allow
Aaron and I to order
3 items off the 99 cent
value menu.
(cherry tomatoes
squish
between my teeth.)
And,
lately,
when I think of my mother,
I recall her telling me:
"When I was your age,
I was already invisible."
Copyright © 2007 Heather McMacken
