Poetry by Katie Kenney

     Vincent Parsons CC




Cambridge 

It’s Friday and I can’t remember what
It’s like to love something 
the grocery store is lined with
    pumpkins 
again the season is 
    mums plum purple, 
tangerine like childhood again. You
are elusive again, golden-haired
satin like holiday ribbons, watercolor
fingertips stained landscapes
of places you have been 
when you are out of town. 
I go to town 
     alone collecting 
souvenirs of the solitary 
croissant crumbs, tables for one.
But the October 
night is glowing 
     for me 
the whiskey winning. I think 
of your voice, a summer night
so reckless and gleaming.

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Katie Kenney is a recent graduate of University of Denver's Publishing Institute where she was the BINC and Sourcebooks scholarship recipient. She received her MFA in Creative Writing from Western Washington University. Her writing can be seen in ZAUM as well as in the Boston arts magazine, Artscope. She lives in New England with her cat Mabel.