Tuesday, December 06, 2011

Opening Act

'She finds her first certainty
at a garage sale. One latch is broken.
When she opens the case
crushed velvet echoes too many
cigarettes, cologne she almost
remembers. Maybe hers.'

Hope you'll stop by and read the rest of my poem Opening Act at Orion headless. My thanks to editor Sara Fitzpatrick Comito.

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