table for one
BY JOHNNY RAFTER.
bare hands rip bread in a blanket
of midday-restaurant-murmur
in deliquescent February air
/ on the table
a glass of water and filtered sun
one ceramic plate of yellow curry
cauliflower
the last morsels scooped with broken
bread and fork—residual brush strokes of
ochre
on a curb in hancock park
BY JOHNNY RAFTER.
a gardener gazes
at some ordinary hose water
and sees the sun glint
on the rivers that plow through gullies
and canyons:
the water that will wash away all
that flawless landscaping
and those white homes with far too many empty rooms
Johnny Rafter grew up in Lodi, California and currently resides in Los Angeles. He writes poems and songs and takes photos in spare moments to process thought and emotion. His favorite thing is pesto and his least favorite thing is capitalism. You can keep up with him on Instagram @jrftr.