red booth
review
issue 11n |
Scene
His wife’s question discomfits him
Because he doesn’t want to show
Himself to the girl as he is to her:
Icons do not partake of the mundane.
Her question, in the silence, comes to seem
Petty and housebound; so the girl sees.
And none of them will know — they never can —
What was already, then, and what began.
Afterglow
When the warmed afternoon
Parts at the time we used to meet
Your perfume comes from me.
All the quicker through the room I go,
Tensed, but they know
From my pores atomizing,
From the insuperable languor of every traitorous word,
And the fed breath, and eyes’ penumbra’d luminosity,
Move that dissolves to move, my suffused skin’s bloom,
Your expression.
- Frances Hargrave
| Frances was born and now lives in Florida.
This is her first national publication. Her day job is as an executive
assistant. Her hobby is languages. |
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