Susan Senator
All happy families are not alike...
All happy families are not alike...
Afternoon Coffee
Not enough said
About early afternoon coffee
My silver scoop, a trowel cutting black earth
You will join me; now it’s an occasion
I say build a fire —
You furrow your brow.
Studying your new camera catalog
Getting ready to consume me with that big lens.
Sons spread around us, warm and industrious, birds studying what’s beneath them.
The black table pitted and smeared with breakfast droppings
A messy sprawl of bags — your family’s gifts — waiting for
tape and shears in the drawer that sticks from old paint
(they all stick)
While the squat black coffee pot pisses and smokes
like an old street man
From our days as two in that city of brotherly love
Where we found ours.
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Susan, I love coming to your blog every day. Have I ever told you that? Your poems, the glimpses of your family life, and the posts about Nat, all make me feel like this is going to work out great for Alena and I in the end. Today I got into a tiff with someone on a group I’m in, and we became a bit catty, ending with my leaving the group. The first thing I did was come here. Because every time I read your posts, I feel this overwhelming sense of calm.
So thank you.
Jen –
I have left groups, too. It happens. It’s okay.
I envy you your youth and your baby. You have the whole future ahead of you two!
Come visit me anytime, I’ll try to always be here.