Andrea

You know who this is for....

Andrea

she reads poetry every day.
Cambridge, New Mexico, anywhere
she can get it, it’s her fix,
a rather harmless habit,
really it is, even if it makes her
cry at another young woman’s
absence, spending her birthday
under African skies instead of
blowing out candles at home,
where she thinks all children
should be on holidays.
she reads poetry every day,
various forms, but always
the same author, at the same
time, yawning, sitting down
with her coffee and cereal,
rumpled pajamas.
A fine way to start
a new day.