by Katherine West
There is a picnic table
There is a liter of wine
There is a pipe
There is bad spaghetti and
not enough of it
The bread is burnt
The music loud Led Zeppelin
Everyone's hair is blonde
with black roots
Everyone wears
a dirty t-shirt
big silver jewelry and
too much of it
It is Monday but
No one is at work or
protesting the war
Everyone plays
with hoola-hoops and
fire
No one gets burned
Everyone tells jokes
No one listens
Everyone tells stories Mom
with Alcohol Dementia at 80
can't remember yesterday
Everyone says
she's enlightened
with her Eternal Now
No one cries
Everyone eats ice cream
No one says "no"
Everyone dances
No one knows
my name
Katherine West is a poet presently living in northern Colorado and teaching Creative Writing at the local community college, museum, and Naropa University, which is in nearby Boulder, Colorado.
