A poem by Holly Day

I couldn’t stop thinking about all the things
trapped, I keep thinking about your goldfish, picture them

the dolphin fish I picked out for you
waiting for you to come home
frantic at the doorknob

wishing you had left me a key

it’s not that I missed you when you left
behind locked and closed doors
the baby iguanas posed on their perch
savoring their last handful of crickets,
the cats you adopted pawing

waiting for you to come home. I just felt bad for
all the little creatures in your house, left
to fend for themselves, all the dependants
floating lifeless in their bowls.

Holly Day was born in Hereford, Texas, “The Town Without a Toothache.” She and her family currently live in Minneapolis, Minnesota, where she teaches writing classes at the Loft Literary Center. Her published books include the nonfiction books Music Theory for Dummies, Music Composition for Dummies, Guitar All-in-One for Dummies, Piano All-in-One for Dummies, A Brief History of Nordeast Minneapolis; the poetry books Late-Night Reading for Hardworking Construction Men (The Moon Publishing) and The Smell of Snow (ELJ Publications); and a novel, The Book Of (Damnation Books).Her needlepoints and beadwork have recently appeared on the covers of The Grey Sparrow Journal, QWERTY Magazine, and Kiki Magazine.

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