Glass Poetry Press

Volume Three Issue One

Kit Kennedy

It's Never What You Think

How do you calibrate the degrees of separation of a picture window or what the wide-brimmed hat accomplishes, a stippling of shadow liquid in effect. The flowers behind my aunt misbehave, sexually spent after the bees visit. She sits, sips unaware of mayhem. Breeze ruffles red blooms, no less trickster than a crow or the onyx necklace at her wide throat, like a beetle crawling up for a tete-a-tete. And if the grapes were a bowl of apples, how would history adjust.