January 2011
2 posts
Kitchenette Building [Gwendolyn Brooks]
We are things of dry hours and the involuntary plan, Grayed in, and gray. “Dream” mate, a giddy sound, not strong Like “rent”, “feeding a wife”, “satisfying a man”. But could a dream sent up through onion fumes Its white and violet, fight with fried potatoes And yesterday’s garbage ripening in the hall, Flutter, or sing an aria down these...