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Two Poems

Salvation Army Shopping Experience

It was the aisle
with fragile items,
once precious crystal vases,
trinket dishes,
a Japanese tea cup.

An old man reached for a snow globe,
wound it up and
flipped it over.
Fake snow fell
in slow
to the muffled
low battery version
of Silent Night.

A monk, nearby
in his heavy gold robe,
rushed over like a child,
and curiously
joined the old man.

They watched
and smiled
with their heads leaned in
toward one another.






Waiting in the Lobby of my Psychologist’s Office

I was waiting in the lobby of my psychologist’s office.
A woman walked in
with a cast on her right hand.
The cast had a stretched out,
heart-print sock over it.
She sat down
in the tweed teal waiting room chair across from me.
She quickly rummaged through her large purse to
pull out her makeup bag.
I tried not to watch
as her inexperienced left hand
shook uncontrollably.
I tried not to watch
as she dipped the eye shadow
and smothered it with blue.
I couldn’t watch after that.





Jennifer Lothrigel is a poet and artist residing in the San Francisco Bay area. Her work has been published or is forthcoming in Trivia - Voices of Feminism, Narrative Northeast, Poetry Quarterly, The Tishman Review, Cordella Magazine and elsewhere.