Mónica Gomery
Look how the light bruises
the sky, how the crickets shred
quiet with their chatty back legs.

Look how the potted plants open
their palms for the sun, the back door
swings its hips, the dog leaps out

already talking, the house fills
with that silted reminder of fires
up north and the stairs creak

with the confidence of something
men made. Morning has a way
of shoring up the good milk,

strata of possibility taking
the coffee-stained stage. And you ask
again for a day of celestial advances.

You ask to be witnessed, wearing
your mother's old shoes. Wearing
the sky's yellow blue bruise.
from the journal THE KENYON REVIEW 
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