red booth
review
issue 11n |
After
Spray-Painting My
Husband
With Cafe-Au-Lait
I apologized between coughs
and sudden postnasal drip.
Then stopped myself from
dabbing his face with
a not-quite-clean table
napkin.
Just hold a sec, I pleaded
before running for my digital.
In less than a minute, I
had him
framed not-quite-happily
drinking coffee, his eyes
voodoo-prickng me
behind a raised cup.
It's for a magazine, I offered.
Looking at the snapshot
then at him, I paused.
With a critic's finger
I touched the sticky tan
on his chin and admitted
he was right all along.
- Arlene Ang
Arlene lives in Venice,
Italy as a freelance translator, volunteer
web designer, part-time housewife
and occasional writer. Her poetry has
appeared in Zuzu's Petals
Quarterly Online, Rattle and Oyster Boy Review. |
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