image macro edit + words by Bess Whitby

image macro edit + words by Bess Whitby

i imagine

 

the slow dripping of
Sunday coffee over
my rose-tinted lips,
but straight whipped
a scent of dark-sour
phlegm downward
my nostalgic throat.

I imagine an impulse
to palm the yellowed
hill dust in my small
hands, but how could
any ordinary thing be
moved like fog through
the spinning universe?

I imagine the shadows
between rooms felled
to splinters by nimble
forms and crisp sunrise,
a platoon of eccentric
dancers eluding light's
thin marks on my door-
frame.

So I imagine I'm not
good for much but for
my halcyon eyes that
are so gold against
the rust-copper train
picking up loneliness
from this desert town.


A Pushcart nominee, Lana Bella is an author of two chapbooks, Under My Dark (Crisis Chronicles Press, 2016) and Adagio (forthcoming from Finishing Line Press), has had her poetry and fiction featured with over 190 journals, Chiron Review, Coe Review, Columbia Journal, Elohi Gadugi, Foundling Review, Fourth & Sycamore, Galway Review, Gravel Review, Harbinger Asylum, Literary Orphans, Lost Coast Review, Poetry Salzburg Review, Poetry Quarterly, Roanoke Review, Sentinel Quarterly, Toasted Cheese, and elsewhere, among others. She resides in the US and the coastal town of Nha Trang, Vietnam, where she is a mom of two far-too-clever-frolicsome imps.

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