Publication Year: 2010
Published by: Wesleyan University Press
Series: Wesleyan Poetry Program
When the folds of the curtain drew apart, you were sitting in the third row with her, she was slim and beautiful, her mouth was a ripe, purple berry, above the elegant nose her eyes were two roaches, she wasn't beautiful, her breasts were cones under the black crepe, she had no hips at all, her hair stroked your cheek like a web. I ran from the stage and drove through rain on the five-lane highway.