Three Poems by Leah Mueller

Early Signs   I bought him a silkscreened tee-shirt   that read, “It’s not apathy, it’s zen.”   Two weeks later, he lost the shirt, said he didn’t care.   I rummaged under the bed,   sifted through wadded-up parcels of dirty underwear,   dumped the laundry hamper on the floor, but my search came…