Mea Culpa | Kathi Wolfe | Scene4 Magazine

Mea Culpa

Kathi Wolfe

I let your cat out of the bag,

sent your chickens home to roost,

made your hair stand on end,

took the wind out of your sails,

huffed and puffed and blew

your house down,

crossed your heart,

bled it dry.

If only you had smiled

at me that summer night.


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Kathi Wolfe is a poet and writer. Her collection,
The Uppity Blind Girl Poems (BrickHouse Books, 2015) won the
Stonewall Chapbook Competition.
For more of her poetry and articles, check the Archives.


	December 2018


	Volume 19 Issue 7


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