Pat Jones


by Katherine Nehring

Did you not notice? I removed my shoes
Before your bedroom door. Though I profane
Your shrine, I’d have you know those certain dues
That gods exact from mortals with such pain
I pay to you unasked. This piety
Is out of fashion now, a strange and new
Irreverence holds the day, but unto me
Let it be done as I have done to you.
If I have lacked in fealty to your name
If I want in adeptness to your word
May you withdraw your favor from the same
And may your whispers pass from me unheard.
To you whose time is present, yet apart,
I offer my anachronistic heart.

Katherine Nehring lives and writes in Washington, DC. She plans to become a conservator of wall paintings.