Thin Skin Shimmy

A signature dance 
for The Belly Girls. 
Three sisters lined up 
in a mirror and slapped 
at rounded tummies, 
punched at saddlebags, 
swore at the hips 
so clearly unapologetic as if 
they had a right 
to their sweet belled curves.



 

For a Man Overheard Once Mentioning 
Fondness for the Word Darling

                 My Darling, the wind falls in like stones
                                         Anne Sexton
The words fall in like daggers or dares or my darling
Falling in like rain or paper fish in rain or the words
Written on the backs of paper fish in magic marker

in rain running rivers of blackness darker
than shade at midnight in strange enchanted woods the sword 
of moonlight stabs the air to where we found the black cat darling

miracle on velvet paws and made a home for it 
and sewed a you and me into the swoon 
that woos and soon wounds us all, Darling.

To be where you are, Darling, for a shiny penny
an old medicine bottle dug from a hillside
a scrap of broken pottery to mosaic a menu

for the dishiest night ever, the daziest night.
Let’s swing from the moon, touch a bathwater sky
with pointed toes and this one destination: Darling.

And this wish, to be where you are 
for the duration, Darling
To be nowhere else for the world, Darling. 


-- Ariana-Sophia M. Kartsonis 
 
 
 
 
  
Ariana-Sophia works and teaches in Tuscaloosa, Alabama.  She has work in ors forthcoming in Another Chicago Magazine, Denver Quarterly, Crab Orchard Review, Fine Madness, Mississippi Review, New Orleans Review, and Quarterly West.
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