Published in the June change over of Poems Niederngasse
Also appearing in the July hard copy.
Jilted
I focus on a sapphire dot
in the mirror that hangs over the bar,
witness to these slick skinned
minutes, in which I sit,
waiting for a lover
who never arrives.
The other dreamers stretch
their lean necks, birdlike.
I am a silver fish,
in this silence that spits.
A backtracking trail
in smokey mirror-shine.
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