Lisa Fusch Krause

33-1/3

 

I was young then,

and the floor didn’t seem

quite so far away—

I’d plant myself between the speakers

of our old console stereo

 

No one in the house to hear,

I’d sing, off-key,

drowning out Garfunkel

 

"I am a rock ..."

 

I wanted that to be true;

I believed that

to be true

 

I wanted mow my mother down,

I wanted to mow

my father down

 

That, and not that at all—

I was 12 years old;

I just wanted to be loved

 

Lisa Fusch Krause lives on the Left Coast in a 1911 pseudo-Craftsman house, along with a needy black kitty and an even needier Siamese. She is pleased to have been published in such places as Right Hand Pointing, Cascadia Review, Englyn, The Ghazal Page, Scissors and Spackle, Three Drops From a Caldron, and Red Fez, among others.