In the curve of a neck, there’s longing for the man,
in her closed throat, fear.

Through sheer will
she freezes the waiter’s sleeve mid-air
as he presents the bill to her lover:

stop, let me bend back the hour,
I haven’t been abandoned in a third-rate cafe.

Just give me a little blue to fly toward, that’s all I ask
and just a little time.


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Trish has poems published or forthcoming in Right Hand Pointing, Blast Furnace Press, Off the Coast, Eunoia, Fat Damsel, the late Seattle Poetry Review and others. She divides her time between Seattle and Hawaii. Right Hand Pointing will publish a chapbook of her short poems in December 2017.

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