saturday
you are lovely
in your late morning robe
my ears have forgotten alarm clocks exist
invited to the table
by a red rosebush
i have tea with my closest ghosts
remembering
god lives in your mother’s kitchen
blueberry bagels are making the tangerines suspicious
i tell them julia child credited her longevity to red meat and gin
a cherry tree trial convenes beyond the window
the robin in the nest
just confessed
she was mae west
in another life