To a Cockroach on an Antique Cocktail Table

by Ann E. Bergin

Originally published on June 1, 1998

I see you there, Beauty, mahogany oval, drop leaf wings, spindle legs, every joint so smoothly tongued and grooved you could be all one piece. I wonder that you have no claws, not that it matters. Grandma is eighty-six and nearly blind. Craftsmanship is not important to her anymore. Just shine. She cares about the [...]