Rented Room
The window glass has rippled / a century of moons.
The window glass has rippled
a century of moons.
It does not see out clearly
nor clearly show the room—
a pine table, a wooden chair
pushed under the table; the far
dingy drywall where Jesus
kneels in a calendar,
his fingers tightly interlaced;
a woman holding a letter
who’s trying to write I’m sorry
but failing over and over.
