Saige

M. Anthony

Bachelor, Ballot, Banana.

Three Words on Third Notebook

I carried on my back through mistaken

Friday.

The Black Cat Leaps

four feet into the air

to see what goes on

above the wicker matts.

Just words, my darling,

Just words and a loose pair of sunglasses

and a water glass re-used

the seventh time in a row.

I pick my darling up

claws outstretched but silent

through the door.

I return to face

My sailor’s window

and write some more.