A headstand of caribou muscle
A heart attack of cartons of milk
A heat-seeking missile of carburetors
A helioscope of cartoon tigers
A healthy adoration of cow patties
A hideaway of cold sweats
A health screening of cataracts
A hop skip and a jump of cowboy breakfasts
A hole punch of coffee grounds
A heterogeneity of Canadian geese
A hot pocket of cocaine Coca Cola
A headspace of cosmic crows
Author’s note: St. Agnes was an early Christian martyr, killed at age 13 for her refusal to marry. She is the patron saint of young girls, chastity and rape survivors.
A bent antenna
waves hello from the TV
and welcomes us in.
Grandmother’s doily,
too tired to move, rests on
the arm of the couch.
The lampshade’s askew.
Last night someone’s drinking cap,
it looks hungover.
The carpet’s dark stains
come from spilt chocolate milk
and coffee splashes.
The paneled room holds
many teenage memories
I rarely visit.
soft dough,
pillowy and beige,
sitting resplendent amongst its neighbours at the bottom of the crinkled paper bag.
sweet custard,
bright and creamy,
perfectly at home surrounded by a delicious round exterior.
granulated sugar,
sticky and crystalline,
clinging to fingers and teeth serves as a reminder of just how good the simple things can be
red climbing roses fall
through mist
to kiss the throats
of cream-colored calla lilies
The years
have layered
sediment in my
soul. Debris
and dust piled
in smooth,
straight lines.
The engine purrs
