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Grass Widow


One day you look up and there has
been a terrible mishap in the kitchen -
an entire glass of Chardonnay has spilled
directly into the palm of your hand.

You clean the mess, swallow after swallow,
wondering where your husband is.
You are pretty sure you have a husband
but who can tell, what with the split-

level empty days, evenings
bookended on the sofa, the dim
feeling that your mailman may be
judging you.  What business of his

if you take in plain brown packages,
vaguely phallic? It is raining
as you have another accident of wine,
but we aren’t talking about love

on a roof in Brooklyn, you are only
weaving all that gold into a bed of straw.

 

 

Sonja Johanson attended College of the Atlantic, in Bar Harbor, ME., and currently serves as the Volunteer and Outreach Coordinator for the Massachusetts Master Gardener Association.  She has recent work appearing in The Albatross, Off the Coast, and Out of Sequence: The Sonnets Remixed, and was a participating writer in FPR’s 2014 Oulipost Project.  Sonja divides her time between work in Massachusetts and her home in the mountains of western Maine.

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