A Window Without A Glimpse Of A House

poetry by Colin James

So typical of an inversive
real estate agent.
Her nefarious nephews
have their own nervous diseases.
Stealing is one,
from a grieving grandmother.
Hocking her wedding ring
with geographical good will.
One stood exactly
where you wouldn't expect,
while the other held
her hand commiseratingly.
She purposely misquoted the apostles
on her kitchen chalkboard
like accusations unsaid.

Colin James has a couple of chapbooks of poetry published. Dreams Of The Really Annoying from Writing Knights Press and A Thoroughness Not Deprived of Absurdity from Piski’s Porch Press and a book of poems, Resisting Probability, from Sagging Meniscus Press.

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