painted by someone named henri what else could you be but a painter with a name like henri? and I look up to find, not a widow, but an open window leading to a beautiful garden a glass of carnations in the exact middle of the wooden sill I adjust my glasses, annoyed I don’t know why my mind seeks the worst of things the saddest outcome and why it can be disappointed after being gifted something wonderful why, I think, yes, this is lovely, but somewhere beyond all this light, this glinting glass, this green grass, there’s a woman mourning, I’m sure of it, flowers in her hands
Kate LaDew is a graduate from the University of North Carolina at Greensboro with a BA in Studio Art. She resides in Graham, NC with her cats, Charlie Chaplin and Janis Joplin.