Thoughts and scribblings

BUT IN THE FACE OF A PAN WORN DULL
LATTICED WITH SCRATCHES
THAT DOCUMENT A HISTORY OF TASTES
AND DINNER-TIME TALES

WATER-STAINED PAINT
YELLOWED TO AN AMBIENT OCHRE
IN THE SUNDAY SUN

RUSTED BOLTS THAT REVIVE MEMORIES
OF A FATHER'S SWEAT-STAINED CURSE
COLD-CRACKED HANDS MADE MOIST
WITH PITCH GREASE FROM A BRITTLE PLASTIC POT

AND IN THE GATHERING OF THE INCONSEQUENTIAL
THE WEALTH OF AN UNSPOKEN INVENTORY
UNRAVELS THE LIFESPAN OF GENERATIONS.

By Bronwyn Coppola

The struggle dissipates
In a fragile capsule

And then

It dissolves in the acid war
Of fear
For snakes and smiles and suits
That penetrate the foolish comfort
Of domestic distraction.

By Bronwyn Coppola