How We Say Hello

Fingers cross trailing inches they pass over
another five year “hello”
She starts with a photograph
painting toenails red, left leg contorted,
a hint of white cotton panties. Innocent
moment of bare nail under brush.

and him?
chest cracked heart seized metal metal
metal parts stuck everywhere they stuck a scope
up his penis the agony! one pressed nerve he can barely type
wife dead in the nursing home and “where the hell were you?”
just skip the false step promise of unwavering admiration
and let me see that pussy one more time before I die.



Image Credits: Mark Bonica

Kani Basami

Kani Basami is a poet who was raised by a pack of wild scientists. She has a number of incarnations including childbirth doula with scented lotions, election judge with a sharp eye, reiki healer with flickering candles, editor showcasing sharp-edged poetry and art, long-legged majorette twirling fire batons, farmer's daughter hiding in a hayloft and last but not least, jumprope champion in the category of style. She remains an educator, professor's wife and mama cat to three (human) boys. And of course, through it all and until the end, a poet.

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2 thoughts on “How We Say Hello

  • January 21, 2018 at 6:36 pm

    Oh, this is great. Oh, the despair in it! Kani this is a stunning poem, carefully constructed. I especially like the 2nd stanza.

  • February 21, 2018 at 6:10 am

    How I missed this poem Kani ! Always enjoy your writing.


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