The Direction I Am Staring At
Darkness had already fallen
When she stood up in her black
sweats
A stray gray hair was wrapped around
a finger, placed behind a red ear, and looking at herself in the mirror behind
the couch
The expression on her relaxed ice
cream-fed face fulfilled her
And then she noticed
My eyes locked on her in the glow of
the TV screen
“What?”
You’re beautiful, and I love you,
you idiot
“Nothing.”
My eyes did not move
Not even a blink when a pair of
thick short arms guided soft velvet hands to my sandpaper face
I pooled in the spoon until it
reached my mouth when she kissed me
With colorful sherbert lips
Mitchell Flanagan
Mitchell Flanagan is an artist, writer,
and musician from Newburgh, New York. His poems appeared in The Chronogram in
August 2010 and December 2011. His work appeared in Ariel Chart in April 2020
and April and December 2021. In addition, he's working on a collection of short
stories, novels, and poetry books. His band is Cold Heaven.
passionate without being distasteful. we could use more of this approach.
ReplyDeleteGorgeous work, Mitchell. From Linda
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