by Collin James
I learned how to drive
in its soft corners,
on the cracked wooden stairs.
were lovingly prepared
in a sarcastically white kitchen.
Young, young women wandered about
making distorted but accurate
prophesies of when we would die.
Collin James works in Energy Conservation and is a great admirer of the Scottish landscape painter, John Mackenzie.
This poem originally appeared in issue 1.