The woman that could be me / is standing in her kitchen cooking vegetable soup. / It is late afternoon. / The phone rings. / The woman that is another version of me / will not answer. / She is angry with God. / You do not exist. You do not exist. You do not exist.
Now on the kitchen table / the book lies flat without help from its reader’s hands. / The dishes in the sink sit hard and resolute. / In another room, there is a feather bed / and one red leather chair.