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LEONA’S GOOD GHOST CAFÉ


The management is patchwork, casual
they switch shifts with each other
and sit on flipped baskets
every day there is:
one soup one bread one sweet
in zig zag script
generous vegetables
hot + cold + salty + bitter
warm kettles
huddles that shrink and expand
with the weather
everything is clean with vinegar
(or if there’s dust it’s wood + paper)
and Jasmine in the weedy courtyard
and stray cats eating scraps
and children piling pebbles
and pink chairs
and yellow tables
and an open book
of notes

MUSIC LESSONS

Kind crow eyes
coax the hidden cat
into actual breath
what if you were the talent show
what if you were the copper hand
what if you were the baby
passed across curved arms
dying to make you sing?

GLUG

Would the grandmothers
have been proud?
Were they there
in the steam, the dark,
the nursing room,
the party's crowded core?
Similarly sweatered,
similarly soothing
women –
easier when the blood's
mismatched,
easier among caricatures,
easiest when the lineage
is liquid hot
and we drink up
together.