Two Poems
by jane
I am going to keep being braver than men
His eyes the black din from in
a naked night window
Mine the dopey open of
the fishbowl living rooms of America
Five Years
I.
11 am, I fill a bowl with water, intending to soak some beans
I am out of beans
I leave the bowl of water on the counter.
1 pm, the water is shut off
city maintenance, until 8 pm
no warning from the landlord.
3 pm, the water filter is empty. I’m so thirsty.
There’s a bowl of water on my counter
II.
At the store, a bar of handmade soap is on sale
I need more soap, but not urgently
I stand in the aisle and think for too long. too long.
too long. what’s wrong with me?
I buy the soap
I don’t need a bag, thank you.
I put the soap in my purse.
At the laundromat, I accidentally touch something sticky
the soap dispenser in the bathroom is empty.
There’s a bar of soap in my purse
jane believes that everything is cake. you can find her on the internet if you try really hard.