Not Unlike Heathcliff
You tell me the Kelly door is open
and I wonder who is Kelly?
There are truths below truths above
this. I believe the one about the horse
you—five—and no one conceived
a mare might raise
a hoof to lobe—frontal—a text
book kick is always in the rear.
Here, your cupboards are sealed with chop
sticks, your dresser contains slip
covers—five—identical for the love
seat you keep cappuccino.
You bring citrus to your kitchen, forget
the lemon tree full in your side
yard. There is a story of a boy
whose ears were stitched on at birth.
There is a wind forever
howling in this canyon.
If there is a woman
offer her nothing
If there is a door
named after someone
you have yet to meet
remember to unlatch the windows.
Natasha Kochicheril Moni, a first-generation American born to native Dutch and Indian parents, is a writer and a naturopathic doctor in WA State. In 2014, Natasha's first full-length poetry collection, The Cardiologist's Daughter, was published by Two Sylvias Press. Her poetry, fiction, essays, and reviews have been published in over fifty-five journals including: Entropy, The Rumpus, Magma, Verse, DIAGRAM, Hobart, Indiana Review, and Fourteen Hills. Thrice nominated for Best of the Net (finalist in 2009) as well as Best of the Web, Natasha's poetry has been a finalist in the Vincent Chin Memorial Prize (Kundiman) as well as a semifinalist in Crab Orchard Review, several Black Lawrence Press, and other competitions. Her chapbook, Lay Down Your Fleece, is forthcoming from Shirt Pocket Press. http://www.natashamoni.com/