Review

Danielle Pieratti

In the movie, girl is much
smaller than boy.

She's his thumb, or a clip he folds
and takes with him.

She's the gray cat always
returning from death saying

Again. Again.
Night smokes on. The ice

talks pretty down the wire.
But all day we went around

dragging ourselves though the snow.
A possum died in the yard;

froze her eyes on this house.
Who are the women walking

downtown, and where do they buy
their hats? And he says

he loves her. Is he even
listening. Will he take

his head out of his
hands for just one moment.