Invitation
Susan Kolon
Wasn’t a door so much as a peephole
on the bottom of a banana I got
from a witch holding a tabby cat
at the Thursday Farmers Market.
How else to explain a teensy-weensy
door? Served no purpose other
than bait, hinging dreams of safety
from balloons doing handsprings
or when peanut butter sticks to the roof
of my mouth. My nephew went with me,
shouted, Not so tight, Aunt Suzy!
My knuckles turned white—I had gripped
his fat little hand, creamy fingertips gone
purple. In the Mickey’s Diner parking lot,
he wrestled away, tumbled through
a sliding gate at the top
of a cherry milkshake.
Susan Kolon
Susan Kolon is a health educator from Chicago. She received an M.S. from Northwestern University and a B.A. from Michigan State University, where she was first published as a creative writing student. Her work has appeared with Anti-Heroin Chic, Corporeal, Stanchion Magazine and The Quarter(ly) Journal, among others.