Hope you can read my photo of the page. I’m including the paintings that inspired me.
EVERY WINDOW LEADS TO EDWARD HOPPER
In my overheated apartment, I have on a red
t-shirt that says One Word at a Time.
I sit on a beige brocade couch, bare feet
on woolen vines of my Chinese carpet.
In my night picture window, I’m that woman
wearing a floppy-brimmed yellow
cloche, alone at a table in The Automat.
The corner radiator gives off so little steam
I keep my green coat on. I look
into my cup of joe. I’ve been waiting
here since 1927, and still the man I love
hasn’t shown up.
Posterity will find him
at the cherrywood counter
of the brightly lit diner
next to his wife