Milk Door, a Photo-poem by Catherine

When soldiers returned to father the Boomers, this house had a miniature door for bottles to enter full and leave empty, waiting to turn milk-opaque again. After the rise of supermarkets, the portal changed to a window, six milky panes slap-spackled in the brick, intimate economies traded for plastic jugs, sloshing bags, and Snippits. Today, […]