Colette Cosner is a poet originally from the east coast currently living in Seattle, WA. Her work can be found in Cathexis Northwest Press and forthcoming in an anthology from Allegory Ridge.
You know how when you’re at the Fuzzy Naval
And Big Al, short for Alfonso, saddles up
Announcing “Well you’ve found it, the local color,”
Before going in for a hand-kiss and missing
So then you’re are back on your old shit
Writing a poem about why the wind demands
Exactly three sheets from us after a long day
When all we wanted to do was listen
To Big Al. His Ballerina daughters, and don’t I kinda
look like Carina, his youngest and most estranged.
As in: “Here is a photo I took of someone else’s photo of her recital”
As in: “See all them roses? I would have brought a lily.”