The Bookshelves

by Deborah Oster Pannell

rows and sections of casually arranged selections

well crafted but haphazard

pretty objets d'art randomly placed as clues

to significant life moments and revealing preferences

my mother was an interior designer

she would have clucked her tongue

her head cocked to the side

as she adjusted something to her liking

just enough to make me feel irritable

and criticized