Remember Gloria's house on 8th? Or was it 12th?
The place with the shutters and red steps?
Remember how she whacked all the walls down
with those skinny arms of hers? The energy
that was busting out of her after she finally left Larry,
who couldn't seem to love her enough?
But what do we know?
When they lived in the double-wide out Cherry Creek?
the chicken plucking parties? the trout pond?
the turret he built so she could reach the clothes line?
how he called her his “little German woman"?
Didn't we all feel happy then?
Sitting in the kitchen, eating baby carrots
out of the garden, drinking wine from that big box with the spout?


"Gloria" was shortlisted for the Troubadour International Poetry Contest,
London, England, November 2013