Her Nose Can Surely Unlock Doors

By: Bekah Pollard

The Grinch’s wife sits, perched on a slouchy couch.

Her faded orange hair, washed with pink shampoo.

A small rat-tail braid swims around

joining the waterfall of hair on her shoulder.

Her pale bright skin and large bulgy eyes grow wider

with each word she voices.

(Her eyes got so big from floating down streams

collecting water. Mr. Grinch was kind enough

to put them back in her sockets.)

Her long frail fingers play invisible piano keys every time she speaks.

Her large teeth are sharp like her cheekbones and crisp

like her pointed nose.

I wonder if he thanks her when she makes him dinner. I wonder

if she minds the soft scratchiness of his legs on hers

when they sleep.

Do their bumpy teeth clang together

when they kiss?

Does he like the garden in the front yard

as much as she does?

Does it hurt to pat blush onto her sharp

cheekbones?

Do her eyelashes cut glass?

Her nose can surely unlock doors, but does she use it for that?