Dinner Party Father Clarke and Father Dempsey are wearing matching hats. I’m on door duty. I pat Kitters through a dark gap to the basement so he doesn’t rub his mouth on people’s legs. He scratches; his paw shakes the bottom corner of the door until he bursts through. Reverend Pollock is here – she’s out of breath because she had to park near the … Continue reading Two poems by Natalya Anderson