3 Questions
by Gabrielle Campagnano
...Where am I?
Found it hard
to determine
once I cleared out
all these ancient
zesty books. The
cobweb flows.
The one with a fat
orange on the cover
round and beating
help, softly help
in my hungry hands.
A passion, or
a beauty bowl.
“Come stay
as long as
you need. It’s
never too late!”
The offer emptied
of itself
and carried out
to my little
garbage man,
my husband.
It seems that
it really made
the place home,
don't you think?
Hard to remember
now after the cleaning.
In the back of here
I see a trailer
left in a snowstorm
interrupting the garden
of this man I had never
met previously, but
have now grown to
love by hiding
for so long. Has
he seen this
orange wonder?
He smokes out
back whenever
he pleases. You
asked, so I
am telling.
Morning,
Morning,
everything sings
but me, how I
understand it
is hard to determine.
...How have I done?
Not a question
worth asking
without the muggy
sun. I see you
sipping on tea
in my mind
and I wonder if
you smoke too
just like the man out
back. I wonder if
you read and think
you know yes, you know
here, you know why
you asked in the
first place. You
emptied out
my desk, wiped off
my smiling lips.
Come stay as long
as you need! If
you can find this
private glass vase.
No, here is not dead.
Tell yourself to try
another day. That
much we say. Yes,
I am doing fine. Yes,
let’s do that soon. Yes,
you looked much better
this time than
that last time which
I cannot remember
if I tried ten tries. Yes,
I will, yes I will, yes
we must do that. Here
is not dead. That much
I can say for certain.
Gabrielle Campagnano is a senior at Sarah Lawrence College. Her work can be found in forthcoming issues of Indefinite Space and Eunoia Review. She is a part-time elementary school classroom assistant and avid experimental baker.
