Standing in the window, she is a lone wolf…
A stray on her own front porch.
Waiting for her girlhood, she gets her
husband instead.
Now retreating into kitchen light and plates
rattling, this “Hopper Whore” jostles her torn
American Dream.
Her apron weighted to the Cicada’s plea…
She will pull back the summer spread and
rest, barge-like and numb.
Creative Credits
- Written by
- Claudia Stedlin
