Issue 7:
Want
Eric Elison
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On the Rocks
And there she is
just as I left her, beautiful,
charming all the boys
with ruby skin and collar bone,
skipping grooves on a triple matted print
of Rembrandt wondering
if she could tumble forward
toward the wall
whether it would whisper
the brush strokes as secrets.
I should not have lit her cigarette,
it will only prompt another
and another
until I have to slip the bartender
a twenty to pretend he forgot
how to pour Bourbon,
unconvincingly.
She remembers me
with her hollowed eyes
that have carved inward from
mysterious run-on sentences
and digressions to sex.
She is leaving me.
I try not to forget that.
Gave her advice on what to say
most of the time;
it's not supposed to happen
this way
but I'm not sure
she understands my pain.
~Eric Elison
Eric lives in Boise, Idaho, and is in his final year at Boise State University studying computer networking. He started writing only a few years ago after picking up the guitar." Email.
© 2001 by Eric Elison. All Rights Reserved.
© 2000-2002 by Cayuse Press. All Rights Reserved.
This page updated April 30, 2002.