Our Lady of the Cafeteria
Praise her hairnet, her steam-smudged
eyeliner, bronzed highlights. Praise her
tongs that hold up breaded fish as wrinkle-
nosed kids ask what is...
Winters—
we like our bodies naked blanketed like letters in an envelopemoving against each-other as though the only warmth in this worldcould come from touch as though the only...