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James Anderson We how terrible he was to you I say stirring my coffee in Vicki’s on Grand she takes the spoon from me you know I tell her as she puts the spoon in her mouth we feel it more than they do and another thing I say and suddenly her lips are close to mine Homage no lesbian ever loved women as I have no man ever gazed into more faces or floated down Hennepin Avenue to wait in cafes as I have waited or wandered the streets of Minneapolis as one lost among gardens of flowers I thought I could read bodies in those faces I thought every curve of the lip was a curve of the navel I thought no I didn't think at all I sunk myself so deeply into the bouquet my lips touched the vase and I prayed to be one of them ©2008 by James Anderson James Anderson publishes poetry and short fiction in a variety of venues, both online and print.

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