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

4 Replies to “How We Say Hello”

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

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