(after Mark Doty)

Yes, I thought joy

was a slight thing.

Slight enough to slip

through keyholes

& doorframes.

Perhaps it was an oversight,

or simply forgetfulness—

our home’s deep chasm

suspiciously joy less.

Evenings my father pressed

grandeur in wet rings

on a bar. His tender

damp from sweating glass.

SUZANNE FRISCHKORN'S work has appeared in numerous journals and anthologies. Recent publications include Pif Magazine, Wisconsin Review, Exquisite Corpse, In Posse Review, Paterson Literary Review, Isle Review, and Salt River Review.  A finalist in the 2001 Allen Ginsberg Awards, author of "The Tactile Sense," (Alpha Beat Press, 1996) and "Exhale," (S.O.P. 2000) She is the Associate Editor of Samsara Quarterly.

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