For the past few weeks, I’ve been at an artist residency in Portugal. More on that later, maybe? My focus there was on some larger projects, but I did find myself, for the first time in maybe a decade, waking up with poems in my head.
So here’s a little quirky poem for your Sunday morning that I wrote. It’s called Pockets.
Pockets
And on the sixth day, God made woman. And He said, “I shall give them no pockets.” So that their hands could wrap around tiny purses, And their phone cases could hold their lip gloss, And their money could be kept in waistbands, Or slid beneath the leather strappings on their boots.
Then He made man— And with them, blazers, With internal sleeves dedicated to holding women’s objects At fancy events.
Before there were pets, Or parenting, Or couples’ therapy, There were many things That needed carrying among the group.
Happy Sunday!
-KK