Dream Man #5
He does not ask you to perch on a curb
outside an abandoned gas station while he accepts
a video call from his wife. There is no
wife. It’s been years since he Windexed
the long-dried lipstick mark from the passenger
side window, leaving a conspicuous lack
of symbolism. The divorce was a mess
of feeling, but each of them organized
an inventory of the parts
of themselves they would
not be leaving behind. He left
everything behind, spent his evenings
making himself from scratch over personal
pan pizzas in a one-bedroom apartment.
You imagine it was dark, candlelit perhaps,
but to the south was a wall of windows and
sometimes, when he sat on his secondhand couch
in the evening, he would have to shield his eyes.
Krista Cox is a paralegal, an associate poetry editor at Stirring: A Literary Collection, and the Program Director of Lit Literary Collective, a non-profit dedicated to serving her local literary community. Her poetry has appeared in Columbia Journal, Whale Road Review, Pittsburgh Poetry Review, and lots of other great places. Find her work and more about her at http://kristacox.me.