To The Cellars
In the worst parts
counting thirteen steps
you descend to the cellars
seeking extreme unction
in free fall—
Commonplace are your prayers:
The boiler chugging hot & fiery.
Lights coming on
when the ceiling switch
is flicked.
No dirty water
from sudden squalls
hovering inches above
the concrete floor:
Metaphor or premonition—
An insistence on blue floor paint.
Finally all the leaves are down
and the tree’s dead arms stretch out
with insoluble questions.
What do I know?
Susan Tepper is a twenty year writer and the author of nine published books of fiction and poetry. Her most recent are a poetry chap CONFESS (Cervena Barva Press, 2020) and a funky road novel WHAT DRIVES MEN (Wilderness House Press, 2019). Currently, she’s in pre-production of an Off-Broadway Play she wrote and titled ‘The Crooked Heart’ based on artist Jackson Pollock in his later years. www.susantepper.com
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