The Gods Watch Us Through the Window

Beth Ann Fennelly

We sit at the table with the fourth side open,
the perfect family show. Claire belts “Twinkle, Twinkle,”
How I wa wa (mumble) are!
We beam like stars. Isn’t she gifted? Isn’t life great?

What a large target we make.
The great dramas all begin like this:
a surfeit of happiness, a glass-smooth pond
just begging for a stone.

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Just begging for a stone. I, too.