Penelope Moffet
Smoke
Late each night
as I drift
from bed to baththere’s a whiff
of smoke
from a coat or sweater
in the cracked-open
hall closetas if one
of the dead
addicts I loved
or a cat named Smoke
has returnedreaching me only
when the other
senses sleep
Penelope Moffet lives in Southern California and has worked as a legal secretary for the last 25 years. Her poems have been published in One by Jacar Press, Gleam, MacQueen’s Quinterly, Sheila-Na-Gig and elsewhere. She is the author of three chapbooks, Cauldron of Hisses (Arroyo Seco Press), It Isn’t That They Mean to Kill You (Arroyo Seco Press) and Keeping Still (Dorland Mountain Arts).