Other Woman
she says whisper
the words, kisses
my cheek
it is so cold
this day her lip
imprint freezes
on my skin
i rub it
for luck
* * *
The Poet Reads
the poet speaks
to them from behind
his invisible moon
they become
answers
to his prayers
* * *
~ Tim Brennan lives in Austin, MN. He is a frequent contributor to Elegant Thorn Review.
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