DEAR SUKI: NUMBER SEVENTY-SEVEN
Dear Suki: North Hollywood, 71,
now, this jaunt to NoHo bruised
my windpipe, scratching noises
into sobbed whisky on the rock.
Because I let you spend coquetry
down the sleeves of winter scores,
I roamed in future tense, silvered
the boulevard with an insomniac
interludes quivered thin and fine,
hollowing my narrower sense for
shadow boxing. Dearest girl, still
frames from turbid night slinking
grey, cigar-smoked my gabardine
and skin, flew augury from murky
mouths of too many vectors’ roars,
cacophonous, pirouetting so your
form faded into the thick seams of
my avarice, where you tenanted like
a crow on the flyspecks of my mind.
A three-time Pushcart Prize, Best of the Net, & Bettering American Poetry nominee, Lana Bella is an author of three chapbooks, Under My Dark (Crisis Chronicles Press, 2016), Adagio (Finishing Line Press, 2016), and Dear Suki: Letters (Platypus 2412 Mini Chapbook Series, 2016), has had poetry and fiction featured with over 400 journals, Acentos Review, Comstock Review, Expound, Ilanot Review, Notre Dame Review, Waccamaw, Word/For Word, among others, and work to appear in Aeolian Harp Anthology, Volume 3. Lana resides in the US and the coastal town of Nha Trang, Vietnam, where she is a mom of two far-too-clever-frolicsome imps.
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