POETRY

Saturday Night’s Alright for Dying

We pushed the windows wide open Let clothes find their way into any old drawer The fan is jammed and clicks, broken Whatever We’ll visit it later at fan hospital

We put tiny blindfolds on our pets Now they’re experiencing new vistas and adventures

We need more werewolves around here Stalking around suburbia and occasionally taking a housewife

A good place to hide is the basement bathroom, with a book we never finish Toileting until legs go numb

A pet bumps in, via the walls and door frames Sniffing for the scratching hand, sprawled at your feet Attentive to crickets, werewolves, and the occasional plane

A door bangs shut somewhere

But the windows are open still

Lucy Dan 蛋小姐 (she/her/她), who remembers me even when I am forgetful, and has such interesting ideas for prompts. Windows. Simple and full of possibilities. I nominate Cathryn Mezzo to write something with WINDOWS.