by Ken Harnisch

If  Love were an apartment dweller,

She would be, at best, an exasperating tenant

One nearly always late with the rent and

Brisk with complaint when her rooms

Were too hot, too cold,

Too drafty, or  too …too.

Love will also be the first to complain

That discordant sounds and dripping water

Will stir her from her beauty rest and keep her sleepless

Through riotous nights of her own design


I might be thought to be cruel with love, but I am only

That weary landlord who, aspiring to understand

His tenant, gives up in sheer exasperation

Then decides it is better to have a lonely cat lady

Living in my cellar

Than the wild, frilly, fickle

Ingenue who lives there now.


The eviction notice follows

Without apology



Posted on 12/10/2002
Copyright © 2021 Ken Harnisch

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Anne Engelen on 12/11/02 at 08:07 AM

Is love that awful?

Posted by Kate Demeree on 12/11/02 at 03:12 PM

I LOVE THIS POEM!!!! It has a bit of sarcastic whit to it that I find very appealing! I laughed all the way through. It is nice to see some different shades to your work, I for one am Glad You posted this! They say to every jest there is a grain of truth... This was a Great Read!

Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 12/13/02 at 07:08 PM

cheep er to keep her, so illunime the sages and what do they say about cats, such lives well spent. This poem claws.

Posted by Glenn Currier on 12/15/02 at 01:11 PM

What an intriguing comment on the elusive and confounding nature of this dweller of the heart.

Posted by Madeline Pestolesi on 06/19/03 at 05:31 AM

This is FANTASTIC! I love the tone and the metaphor, it's just great, really great. I'm bookmarking it so I can read it again and again.

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