kate lilley

Souvenir, Kate Lilley

If the bones of the house appeal
build from appliance to the bowl your hands
position and empty, never lonely.
Amid snowstorms the day passes from me to you,
its scenes awash with love.
If I dream the tea cup your mother gave me
tears and I try to mend it with the wrong glue
it turns out the dream is teasing.
Let’s go to Hawaii on our way to the Library of Congress.
How can I think you for the pleasure of your company.