When they stayed in the house, they ate
Hearty meals and slept in every morning.
They looked at the town on the hill
But never went to see it. They complained
And rejoiced on different things. When
They opened their eyes and mouths,
What came in and went out they called art.
You even look Italian, he'd say to her,
Studying her nose. Sometimes she wore
A skirt and paced outside.
Christine Yurick's poems have appeared in Barbaric Yawp, Schuylkill Valley Journal, Autumn Sky, and forthcoming in American Arts Quarterly. She is the founding editor of Think Journal.