Sans Serif (poem)

Posted by ractrose on 16 Jun 2017 in Art, Poems

Sans Serif (poem)

 

 

Sans Serif

 

She’s crushed her fingertip under a trunk lid

One purple nail the adornment of her hand

No rings and nothing else

Just this, playing across the jacketless blank

“I’m hating this,” she tells him

 

She has a book with a hard grey cover

Two gritted fangs forbid the eye

Looked I don’t know, a whim of hers

On the table, a nickel’s worth of care

“I’ll let you read it if you want.”

 

It’s that way, her distance as to pain

She hears herself but doesn’t hear

He peers, and hardly can make out

A title mar the spare slash of design

He will, and doubts he’ll know for it

What she hates, and why she hates

 

 


Sans Serif

Sans SerifA Little Joy

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

(2017, Stephanie Foster)

 

 

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