Lizzie DeMartino
How to Place Blame
for how it waits,
like horses thumping at the gates
to finally race at the sound of
your voice.
Perhaps she is the most guilty
for what her mother mocks her of
when the dishes are left undone:
You must have selective hearing,
she laughs and pinches each of her ears,
that never seem to hear all the warnings.
So loud, like the announcers
placing bets on if they’ll ever
reach the finish line.