You sit there on the couch, bent shoulder slumped,
brow knit over a dim computer screen
judging the text you write with harsher tones
than the out-of-date junk piano blare
from the conductor play of kids next door.
Tonight, I made your favorite lemon pie,
potatoes in a butter mash, and steak
hoping to lift the lid of hunger enough
for you to see our skinny love, starving,
licked clean by the dreams at the door.
Author Bio:
Abigail Michelini is an English professor at Northampton Community College working on her doctorate in English at Indiana University of Pennsylvania. She has been a lover a poetry since she was 8-years-old, when she and her dad started memorizing poems together. It has remained a life force for her ever since.
brow knit over a dim computer screen
judging the text you write with harsher tones
than the out-of-date junk piano blare
from the conductor play of kids next door.
Tonight, I made your favorite lemon pie,
potatoes in a butter mash, and steak
hoping to lift the lid of hunger enough
for you to see our skinny love, starving,
licked clean by the dreams at the door.
Author Bio:
Abigail Michelini is an English professor at Northampton Community College working on her doctorate in English at Indiana University of Pennsylvania. She has been a lover a poetry since she was 8-years-old, when she and her dad started memorizing poems together. It has remained a life force for her ever since.
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