Usually, I keep things forever,
useful or not. Take
this white ceramic doorstop,
the proud head of a lioness,
that has followed me around
for years, that the potter, V.G.,
had signed with a flourish and bestowed
in the days of our friendship,
its face benignly beaming
throughout a history of rooms.
All of a sudden, how sick I am of looking at it.
Ruth Holzer's poems have appeared recently in Slant, The Broome Review, Exit 13, Spillway, The Southern Poetry Review and Ellipsis, as well as previously in Shot Glass Journal. She is the author of chapbooks, "The First Hundred Years" and "The Solitude of Cities" (Finishing Line Press)..