She could feel herself feeling this
To be part of their condition
They would never outrun anything again
The harshness of streetlights
Their lack of nothing
Real plant sounds
Silver steam
Stiff tan shoelace
How the colors really stayed the same
Her plans stemming from the tree
And out the window
A woman moves her weight
Or shifts her hat
The old kitchen rug
Round the leg of a chair
Growing older is a practice
Getting old something to do
With flowers or knowing the names for


Natalia Kennedy is a recent graduate from Columbia College Chicago, where she was an editor for Columbia Poetry Review. She lives and works in Chicago.