Angie is eighty years-old
and has flaming red hair
piled hard above dry
cement eyes. Once
a day she takes
a break from spying upon
our treacherous lives
to stand on her back
step and smoke
while her lapdog,
fed to the point of
house-bound slavery,
stops his constant yapping
long enough to flop
down one step, two steps,
three and release as
Angie pours bleach
over the bricks
of another happy day
After a rather extended and varied second childhood in New Orleans, Matt Dennison’s work has appeared in Rattle, Bayou Magazine, Redivider, Natural Bridge, The Spoon River Poetry Review and Cider Press Review, among others. He has also made videos with poetry videographers Michael Dickes, Swoon, and Marie Craven.
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