These 2 poems reflect the simplicity of existing inside of a home, with very little outward pressure; domestically caged in, relearning to make do.
with these hands
briefly considered buying a grapefruit
cutting it open
scrubbing the bathtub
with juice and sea salt
reflexively selected
industrial cleaner
on sale
instead
we come home
drop our keys in the bowl
hang the hats
pet cat and inhale
refill ice cube trays
and shake the heavy cream
fridge leaks but
it’s alright
funny thing
doors and walls
inside doors and walls
like we’re trying to hide
in my opinion
we’re always naked anyway!
tenderly slapping ass
into eternity
red wine
am I worthy of love?
am I worthy of love?
am I worthy of love?
I’m just trying to get
some damn dinner
on the table!
sorry — OK some kind of peace
just overcame me
I’m feeling calmer now
here — I made these meatballs
beef, half a can of spam
tender fat, very delicate
Sarah Jean Alexander currently lives in Brooklyn.
