Two Poems by Ellen McGrath Smith
The catchphrase of the day is 'work/life balance.'
The catchphrase of the day is 'work/life balance.'
The border gate opens like sesame.
Her husband, deep in dementia, with a child's mind in a man's body, shoves her against the wall.
Do the dead Chumash own Santa Barbara or do Oprah and Jeff Bridges?
Natural, at this age, to decay and disjoint—to seek chemical solder and replacement parts.
Snow White was a respectable 36-B, just enough to hook the prince without being tawdry.
The dying have more important things to attend to: like dying.
What stays. Stone barracks, a garret room, a too-high window.
Like a rich woman in furs, she warms her hide with soft targets.