Image of the Day: The whole world turned tender and greening.
I have a poem here at the gorgeous DMQ Review. That artwork!
Happy to share poetry space with Sarah J. Sloat and her two gorgeous poems.
I am still slowly clambering out of this past winter's wreckage.
Laura Van Prooyen
Understand, this is a story. You are gone
and I am home. The viburnum is in bloom.
A convertible speeds past with the top down.
Wait. Back up. The neighbor invites me
for a ride on his bike. I think yes. I say no.
Our daughters hear me and laugh. In this story,
we have no daughters. You are a stranger
and I am the girl. This is the beginning.
You refill, again and again, my drink. We walk
for hours past row houses. We don't know
where we are. This is the part where I should be scared.
I'm not. This is the part where you tell me
I'm beautiful, and I believe you. Where you press
my thigh to your hip. I wipe the rain
from your lenses like a mother, then
you resist me. You didn't count on the rain.
Or the girl who falls, so quickly, for the stranger
every time. Understand, the plot
doesn't matter. Only the peak. In this story, you
are gone a long time. I get a kitten.
It grows. I don't know viburnum from a child's
pale palm. I refill, again and again, my drink.
This is the beginning. I take off your glasses and lift
my skirt. I don't know you, but tell you: resist.