A Wise Woman Builds Her House, a Foolish One Tears it Down With Her Own Hands
by Nikki Moen
Called over to the table, the girls all hiss
Oh no
as I hug him hello
smiling
sweet smoke is my encasement
in the maze
of dingy leather
Mirror in the morning, I whisper
Oh no
to my once more blemished face
cloud cover is here again, old friend
after so many
bright and cherished suns
Last night he caught me in the wires
and cable
saying this is kinetic
let's get out our books-
even while the solution is here
I'm stretching out long diagrams
unable
to decipher their meaning
I'll send it to the
dailies
and look feverishly for my drill.
