Saturday, February 18, 2012


Gunmetal gray, rain-pocked
lake surface and sweaters
with worn elbows, the prism
of his glasses, gray-streaked
black hair, morning-damp, obscuring
sharp and even teeth. It’s chilling,
this gunmetal risk, hard-edged,
bone-aching. I crave fire, orange.
Willing to tread cold. Wetter than rain.

About Jessamyn Smyth:
Jessamyn Johnston Smyth’s writing has appeared in American Letters and Commentary, Nth Position, Abalone Moon, Qarrtsiluni, Wingbeats: Exercises and Practice in Poetry, and many other journals and anthologies. She won listing in Best American Short Stories/100 Distinguished Stories of 2005, and has received a Pushcart Prize nomination. Her dog, Gilgamesh, is epic.

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