TWO POEMS BY DIANNA DRAGONETTI
Once,
while carelessly
brandishing a
small pocketknife
I somehow cut
a bird in flight
inadvertently
on its breast
in the area
just below
its stately beak
and gleaming eyes,
scarlet spreading
amidst
copper-colored
plumage
And it bled for days.
_________________________
Darling
Hello, faded lover,
sitting on a crooked stool in a bar somewhere
tracing varicose veins
You are all red lipstick stain on a cocktail napkin,
Ragged runs in a nude slip,
Patent leather shoes plastered with the grime
of decadent evenings and industrial decay
The showerhead is a negligent lover, no?
Unrepentant in his boredom
Wrapped in a towel, hide your shame
Hello, wilted sweetheart,
batting sooty cigarette ash eyelashes
at anyone who will meet your gaze
You are mascara smudge,
chipped tooth,
curling wisp of smoke,
You are the noxious floral fragrance left behind on a subway seat.
You are a tired, beautiful vacancy,
haunted behind those heavy lids
by distorted images of your son’s grave in the rain
Your eyes are empty sea glass, now.
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Dianna Dragonetti is a woefully jaded teen ghost who writes disjointed existential horror. She has published a book called ‘Tangier.’ She loves you. We all love you.
