SLIPSTREAM published my poem EVERY WINDOW LEADS TO EDWARD HOPPER

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