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then comes that strain
in my left breast
like a hair tugged out a scalp
like a finger moving toward flame:
now the sun is hurrying away
like a hair tugged out a scalp
pulled by a dark hand:
now the sun is hurrying away:
i remember following your figure
pulled by a dark hand:
the scent of dried rosemary
(of you?): i remember
following your figure
through a deepening wood:
the scent of dried rosemary
(of you?) sucking my thoughts away
through a deepening wood
while moonbeams beckon
pulled by a dark hand:
a smile slips out from behind each tree
sucking my thoughts away:
i pause in a shadow before resuming
like a finger moving toward flame:
a smile slips out
from behind each tree
i remember following your figure
then comes that strain
Born in Krasnoyarsk, Russia, Konstantin N. Rega graduated from East Anglia's Creative Writing MA with the Ink, Sweat and Tears Scholarship. Twice a Dan Veach Young Poet's Prize finalist and 2019 Best of the Net nominee, he's been published by Poetry Salzburg Review, Richmond Times-Dispatch, Lighthouse Journal, The Claremont Review, amongst others, and is a contributor for Southern Review of Books and Virginia Living. (IG: @knr.designs / Twitter: @snarky_asider)
