In the bookshelf, below the window and behind the spines,above the heater, once winter’s arrived,is the hotbox, where you’ll find Ninja,Her Majesty, curled and asleep, or reclinedand in thought, four legs stretchedand pressed to the wall in this space that we keepjust for her, for Her Majesty, who likes it warmwhen it’s cold, and coolContinue reading “The Hotbox Behind the Books”
Chris Bevens | pedalpoet 