At night, it lights up like a poem.
Street lamps glow, green absinthe steaming
against the purple-black backdrop of evening
sky and buildings             teeming
with cracks, cockroaches,
witchcraft.

[. . .] Your lover's teeth flash white in the shadows.
His face is strangely transformed-ghoulish, sexy.
For a minute, you think you've caught a glimpse
of his insides-the part you're never allowed to see,
that looks just like the doubt you have,
foreign and scary.

... from the poem "Jackson Square" by Sabrina Ito, as appears in the current issue. Click here to read on into Clarion 17, Summer 2014.

 
 
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