red booth
review
issue 4teen
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The
Permutations of the Word We
Used in context:
In the Big Horns, below the medicine wheel
flipping finished cigarette butts into my pocket.
As we pitched
the tent, I rehearsed it silently. The
'we' I knew was coming
then,
though I didn't know how short of a time it would
last.
Sex. Her on top of me, moving in slow, uncertain
circles.
Her awkward stance, her fear of bodies.
And these memories come
back
to the one who passed
away
two years now.
The two of us in her bathtub, her breasts framed
by soapsuds.
I moved towards her.
Waves.
One small body
of water
coming up
against another, both lost
in the wake left.
- C.C. Russell
| C.C.'s poetry has
appeared in or is forthcoming from The New York Quarterly, The Long Island
Quarterly, Xconnect, Hazmat Review, Re(verb, and Whiskey Island Magazine
among others. C.C. has a BA in English from the University of Wyoming. |
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