
by Karen Green
Chocolate cake for breakfast
I’ll let you think
it’s a treat
a celebration we continue
a birthday
We did all the usual things
strung bunting
wrapped gifts
sang songs
accepted well wishes over the phone
video
across the driveway
You stay in the car
we’ll stand on the path
The cat enjoys the boxes
from all of the deliveries we receive now
Their contents represent a sliding scale
of necessity
needs
this hierarchy
what day is it?
Books puzzles sweatpants
cherry red skillets
The cat jumps from one box to another
chooses the smallest
falls asleep
We are jealous of the creature
who wants walls touching her
on all four sides
My husband still has a job today
so the boxes keep coming
The lilacs are blooming outside the window
where I’ve placed my desk
to pantomime work
the words won’t place themselves in straight
lines neat order
but the flowers are blooming
and the cardinals eat all the seed I put out
chirping loudly when the bounty runs low
or the squirrels move in to pillage the remains
And we eat chocolate cake for breakfast to
prolong a celebration to
spoil ourselves as the boxes gets smaller to
leave it one more day
before I admit the cupboards are nearly bare
Mother Hubbard
would not have been afraid to
go
go
to the store
go
Karen Green is a freelance writer and mother of two in Chatham, Ontario. Her creative and editorial work has appeared in Room Magazine, CNF, The Rumpus (upcoming), 50 Haikus, and many other venues. Arabella Luna Friedland is a visual artist and writer based in New York City. She’s influenced by a childhood with cartoons, a classical education in anatomy and life drawing, and a firm belief that all art — is a portrait.