I wrote this poem in the back of a catalog during a particularly grueling “buy session” while working at A Certain Book Wholesaler. It was raining that day…and I guess I was feeling poetic.
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Escapist
by Alethea Kontis
She tells him things
He already knows
The world beyond my ears
Turns to fuzz
Channel surfing memories of
Empty pecan groves and
Butterfly wings
He tells her stories
She doesn’t care
The rain drip drop bang on the roof
Plays Beethoven to a standing ovation
I cheer with my head
Yearn with my heart
Caught between religious zealots
Whose Amens
Are Whatevers
And the summer breeze
Slips warm through my hair
Wishing me
Happy February
