The Writer in Repose
[Inspired by Sandra Cisneros’ “The Poet Reflects on Her Solitary Fate”]
After all the people have gone,the laughter has faded
After she washes wine stains,
from her clothes
After she washes caked makeup,
from her body
A desk. A chair. A tattered notebook.
The morning sun dances on her skin.
She scoops an ice cream sundae
from her soul.