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delayed rays of a star
starts with a chance meeting—
peek-a-boo says Eve—crooked,
the night brings good counsel
for deception, the stars become
pinholes in the curtain of night,
opening up like a long fall
from the moon, feeling broken when she rises,
she hides behind a terrifying beauty
stares up at the moon, counting her dimples
she sees the beauty of her road curving
through a tranquil copse of Silver birch,
often marked by wild zinnias,
she wants to lie there and play there
and splash there on the purple edge
on the road, however, she
finds a road made straight
of Adam
the moon peers down,
she’s wishes for his hands
not made of light
she is just another, broken woman
standing in the cold
not allowed to play the lead
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About the Author: Ilari Pass holds a BA in English from Guilford College of Greensboro, NC, and an MA in English, with a concentration in literature, from Gardner-Webb University of Boiling Springs, NC. Her work appears, or forthcoming in Brown Sugar Literary, Kissing Dynamite, Unlikely Stories, Rigorous Magazine, Triggerfish Critical Review, RedFez, The Daily Drunk, The American Journal of Poetry, Drunk Monkeys, Free State Review, Oyster River Pages, Common Ground Review, and others.
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Image Credit: James Abbott McNeil Whistler “Nocturne in Black and Gold” (1875)
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