Hiding
in your closet of a room, a house
small cars gurgle past
through wet yellow leaves
Across the hall
girls dance and kick
beneath nests of cotton sheets
Above 4th Street
orange tea kettle
screams
fog licks tall ships
New York
a liquor store runs out of rum
Boston is
black
Stirring drinks with
a green toothbrush
both of us trying
to kick habits
About Me
- pattyk
- I live in Sequim, Washington. I write creative nonfiction and poetry. My work has appeared in The Sun, Hipmama, Mamaphonic, Poetry Magazine, TallGrass Writers Anthology, Poets Against War, Poetry Motel, and other anthologies and publications. I am a former reporter who teaches workshops on poetry and memoir and have been known, on occasion, to edit things for others. I am the mother of six sons and hold an MFA in Creative Writing from Antioch University, Los Angeles.
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