She Would Be Worried
Sometimes, words were just not enough. She took
snapshots daily— her plated meals of living alone.
No explanation of how these fresh organic tastes
styled homespun comfort, like an old friend who
knew how to sit across from her and not say any-
thing, and waited until the meal’s dialog was lost in
a twitchy laugh; always with an index finger raised
to red lips to snuff out the danger of being intimate.
She liked the idea of having company; but didn’t
want to show anyone where she truly lived. Pst—
pst, pst— this secret joke exploded in her head.
From Guest Contributor M.J.Iuppa
M.J. Iuppa’s fourth poetry collection is This Thirst (Kelsay Books, 2017). For the past 32 years, she has lived on a small farm near the shores of Lake Ontario. Check out her blog: mjiuppa.blogspot.com for her musings on writing, sustainability & life’s stew.