Norman Bates Hates the Sun

for T

I wear my mother’s dress at noon

   beneath a plump casaba melon,

           somnambulist of twelve rooms.

I wear my mother’s dress at noon.

   Her voice tart. My own, jejune:

         

           Ornithological felon!

 

I wear my mother’s dress at noon

   beneath a plump casaba melon.

Caitlin Plunkett

is a queer cinephile living in Chicago. Her poems have appeared in Jet Fuel Review, Indiana Review, The Fiddleback, and Poets for Living Waters. If Caitlin could be a Hitchcock film, she'd be a mashup of North by Northwest and The Birds.