Cassandra Stands in Front of the House

of Atreus again, unwilling to go in.
She wonders why she keeps finding herself here.
She pretends to wonder.
She tells anyone who will listen, but they’ve
all got their iPods on, all got their earbuds in.
So she points to the blood seeping under the doorsill.
It’s like a movie, or a movie trailer.
The paving stones are ragged discards.
She plays hopscotch on her way to the stoop.

Copyright © 2012 Kathleen Kirk.

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