His hands she noticed first,
Then felt the pull of his beauty.
The more troubled
He was, the more interesting
The story. His open wound
Like a special warehouse sale
In the downtown district, and
Nothing she could do
Made him forget the body, Her brother
Has not yet paid her
For her mother’s home. .Every minute
Of a relationship, she thought,
Takes something out of you
That won’t come back.
Here where the fallen are welcomed
By the fallen,
There ought to be some recompense
For the gifts she had given him.
Tonight, she has quite an audience.
Have not panned out
And local administrators are going to have to fire
Somebody. The drunks
Egg each other on, cheer, blow whistles,
And hope that somebody will
Come up with enough cash
For another round.
Alert and on the job. she leans
Into the counter, and waits
For an order that will take her
Out of there.
[Disposable Poem 2001]
Sarah Sisser, executive director of the Hancock Historical Museum, and her daughter Caroline, 5, examine the artwork of the late Marianna Hofer, on display Friday night at the Jones Building Artist Studios during the Spring ArtWalk in downtown Findlay. ArtWalk showcases businesses, restaurants, artists, performers and musicians from the community. (Photo by Kevin Bean)