Poem: Red Window

I am opaque
red paint on glass panes
the wooden frame remains Barely intact, brittle

I wash the dishes
With no conversation
I lock the doors
As you would
If you were here
Your absent habits tell me
what to do with myself
I turn to ask you to hand me something
And then I get it for myself
I liked to be alone
when I knew it was temporary,
When I knew you’d be here any minute now

My glass cracks easily

Tears dilute the paint and it forms little clots

There is nothing behind the glass

Except pictures of you
Too difficult to make out

An old window
No longer useful

To anyone but me
Come back, I cry
Please come back

Thin red paint bleeds down the panes

Onto the floor you were supposed to sweep
Come back, I cry
Please come back

~Viola Moriarty

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viola moriarty

(American, b. 1958)
Modern Expressionist Painter
2012-13 Recipient of the Pollock-Krasner Foundation Grant

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