Cracks between, by Karen Downs-Barton

the curly mind linguistically innovative poetry - weird & risky

Adjoining tables
The French temptress laughs, smokes, flirts.
My wife’s eyes burn.

it was / in-between / the cracks that / cracks started / appearing // fissures between / one thing / and / another // but // all the same / thing // so many days / and holidays / that / blended // unless differences were / highlighted // but then / perhaps / they

were just / differences / to others / or my / in / differences // the end / less / ness

I learned to / take / in small doses / or / not at all // it ended / in the almost / finality / of wrists / double underlined // freedom //

New convertible.
Skirt flutters, hair ruffles. Smile.
City commando.

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