Bob Dornberg © 2007 All Rights Reserved
Bob Dornberg © 2007 All Rights Reserved
Also Shouting
Santo says needle and never.
I say I like kissing, I don’t care what comes after.
Santo says that won't do.
It’s history’s small light-ship, the memory
of a first kiss, then first snowfall, then
first dark. The pond was iced over, the skaters
violent and flushed, the brooms
crusted with ice. There they also shout
I’m open, Man down.
It’s snowing. The mountains needle.
The winter breaks, breathes.
I like kissing, I don’t care about after.
R. S. Armstrong is an artist and writer living in New York City. Work has previously appeared in the Beliot Poetry Journal and the Diagram.