Junk Drawer Poem by Joy Katz

Junk Drawer



Smell of jargon, bad things
you say to your husband,
praise and bombs for the orderly house.
What spins forth will apply.
For instance: brackets,
orange rhyming with courage,
god the kitchen constable.
Nothing here pretends to be not hard wind or macadam.

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Joy Katz

Joy Katz

United States / New Jersey
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