And what do you collect, sweetie? Seashells? Snow globes? Stamps? When I was a girl I collected buttons ...
Wall-to-wall creepers at every turn. Drunken men at soccer games, grabbing our asses as we stood on line for ice cream. Mary's brother Ralph (who said things to us but really got off on kittens) running away when Cathy's father came to the door. Library Guy sliding so ... very ... shhhh ... quiet ... up against us amid the periodicals. The flashers--yes, plural--waiting, a dime a dozen, ready, finally, for their close-ups. Run-of-the-mill strangers flicking their tongues from cars racing past knock-kneed, t-shirted, preteen girls.
What about those state quarters? A whole set of those would be something, wouldn't it? And the value would appreciate! Do you know what that means, dear?
on dolls with pegged feet and
scabs hidden behind paint-perfect smiles
locked in boxes, staring, dreamy, out cellophane windows
I'm not much of a collector Mrs. Halloran. I read a lot of books though, so maybe I collect words.
--Annmarie Lockhart is the founding editor of vox poetica, an online literary salon dedicated to bringing poetry into the everyday. She is also the founder of unbound CONTENT, an independent publisher for a boundless age. Annmarie has been writing poetry since she could read and write. A lifelong resident of Bergen County, NJ, she lives two miles east of the hospital where she was born.