Expecting Entertainment -McKenzie

There are several versions of the loss

she felt --one with thickness between

swallows, another of faces behind walls.

She let them dance green in sunlight

and gave up on smiles. Dried out flowers

with notes of music divine, she watched

the mouse’s heart break in the garden

below. Its pieces nestled in overgrowth,

next to bathing finches, stopped hands

which held glasses midair. They were

the windows, they held fish streaming

through. The fish left ripples, left

notebooks picked up by strangers.