It’s called lip pointing.
It’s fun. You should come work with us.
We get paid good money.
I was tempted. Not only was she my cousin
But Flo had a surreal prettiness about her,
A glow other girls did not have.
I wanted to be around her,
Everyone did.
She was the “it” girl.
Of course I said yes.
Learning the trade in gulps and blips.
I was good at it; I could do watches quickly.
You glow too! My mother said.
So proud. I was the new “it” girl.
Until I was no longer a girl at all
Rather a jawless thing
Thanks to radium which was more dangerous
than we ever believed
I was an “it” girl
who led her cousin Flo to the grave
All she had to do was follow my glow…..
A
memory
came to mind
Soft
black
velvet
upon the cheek
We,
my deceased Aunt
and I
cut out a square
glue
down
Florida seashells
The gathering
from sandy beach
First visit
to the jawless ocean
the
laughs
with my cousins
who
i
see
no more
Disappearing
shoreline
as we drive
away
waving
at the past
blowing
kisses
at the wind
Windows
moist
with seasalt
It
stings
1/20/2019
You were aging by nights.
Days will not seek
to defend you.
Drawing the landscape
of a snowfall,
you will die in a portrait.
The world meets
you again like a jawless
lamprey with sucker mouth.
Beyond the blues
lies a tower, where
you will not find the stairs.
In battlefield, stands
the army of red ants, ready
to pound upon the moonlight.
Satish Verma
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