I gathered up grocery store bags, now empty…
opening, folding, smoothing them out
…can I squeeze in one more?
How did I get all these paper bags?
I feel insatiable —
I need tangerines, ravioli, tofu, steak tips,
salad, salad, salad
shots of cheap bourbon
And the house!
Stuffed with curtailment and rage
Oh that some new thing could be born within its stresses!
Otherwise its joists may sunder — erupt — tumble
upon the neighbors’ petunias
This poem was published in an
April 26, 2020