Poetry by Linda Drach
Take care of your hair. Maintain hope.
Find a nice boy at church.
Build a fine nest. Make it your perch.
Fill it with all the right stuff.
You’ll have days when you’ll think you could have been
Salt cellar dreams will preserve you.
Take a pinch, when needed, like snuff.
Shoulders back, girls. Tummies in.
You’ll be dipped in the night and dyed indigo.
Fold your soul’s edges into hospital corners.
Iron the wrinkles. Use soap.
Linda Drach frequently dreams of finding rooms inside her house that she was unaware existed—and this pretty much describes her approach to poetry. Her work has been previously published in Voicecatcher.