You said the anger would come back just as the love did. - Anne Sexton

The windows,
the starving windows
that drive the trees like nails into my heart.

This one day her mother gave her
a basket of wine and cake
to take to her grandmother
because she was ill.
Wine and cake?
Where's the aspirin? The penicillin?
Where's the fruit juice?
Peter Rabbit got camomile tea.
But wine and cake it was.

The rest of my room is book shelves. I hoard books. They are people who do not leave.