Tim Peeler, Out the Kitchen Window at Night

Tim Peeler
OUT THE KITCHEN WINDOW AT NIGHT

He is by himself or rather
His wife is asleep on the couch
And he is awake by himself,
Watching the orange tower lights
Glow on Baker’s Mountain, which is
Not really a mountain, they say,
And he would have nothing to say
Even if he were not alone,
Dumping the ice cubes, rinsing his
Scotch glass, filling it with water
And lining the counter with pills,
One more time, the gloomy night so
Dark he only sees a double
Orange eye watching back from its
Own imperious Golgotha.

Bio: Tim Peeler’s forthcoming book from McFarland & Co. is The Easter Monday Baseball Game

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