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Issue # 2 September 2010
"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Molly Kat


Park Bench

The sky is starting to bloom, or maybe it's me
nature never attempts silence
I let the lilac petals unfold, miniature inside my palm
notice a small set of green eyes

there are four hummingbirds hovering below her chin
the smallest drills his slender beak into her chest
sucks the nectar to his warm belly
and flies off into the park

her hands fumble for a grip on the wooden bench
splintering and weather torn
she mouths the words "help me"
I slip my index finger into the hole
below my throat,

turn to tell her "these lilacs are the only words I know"
but she has already wilted.