From Slight Faith, forthcoming from MoonPath Press. Pre-orders profoundly appreciated.
comes to the door
wagging a tale for sweet iced tea, then sways
her hips, serene on the porch swing, sipping
between handfuls of boiled peanuts.
I didn’t invite her here, you know.
But I’m always the obliging one
mimicking Southern slang,
If you don’t feed her, she’s a goner.
I left the South in a flurry
of blunders. Yet here she is
in Seattle, whistling gospel
for anyone with ears.