Garrett Nichols

my age is
a cat’s grin
she says

asked the cosmos
for rent money—
landlord just laughed!

moon baby
back from the market
red cheeked now

in winter
montrealers say
summer is better

A bit of change
rattles in the dryer
the man looking at me

indistinct
the song she hums
drying dishes

wild to watch her lay
in wool socks
rosy lamplight

what does it mean,
this house that scrapes
the skin of my teeth?