gretna days

by Nate Castellitto

I could sit here all day, watch you read

that novel. You purchased it 

yesterday at the market; I left with a 

collection of reprints

of the coffee table variety. I think 

I should read it again.

Spend more time with acrylic river 

and mountain and lilac. The 

kettle has boiled a minute too late because

neither of us wants tea anymore. We 

forgot to pick up honey

 yesterday. I could 

go out again but today is a 

nothing day.

The comforter on the 

living room sofa remains inviting. I remember 

you mentioned your novel examines an unsolved

sequence of crime. This time I 

light a candle by the stove and bring

you a glass of rosé.

Nate Castellitto (he/him/his) is a poet and flash writer in Pennsylvania. His poems have appeared in wildness, Sojourners, and elsewhere. Read more at natecastellitto.net.