THE SONG OF THE WAITRESS
On the clock
looking down at the thin
minutes skipping in place
looking down on the seated
couple, a fly buzz buzzes under
their table looking down
a wide expanse of floor
like a polluted sky hugged and pinned down
on concrete cold foundation,
worms of carpet grass hold it in place.
Off the clock!
Looking up, chalking
every sound up to chirping
of the freedom birds, up up
and dash it doesn’t matter
wiggle toes, close the door, and away
and up to the self you cultivate
on the fly
For Christmas I made a wineglass set for my parents. After painting the bases of the wineglasses with chalkboard paint, I began construction on the structure. I began with two pieces of wood and cut each in half. Then I plotted an arrangement of wineglasses that would allow them to hang without overlapping.
I then drilled holes and used a handsaw to cut out the sides of each notch. After much sanding, I hammered the two side columns into place and finally the top piece. I varnished the structure and attached felt to the bottom.