from within a baggy white shirt uniformfor Carly Horton she’d blow us kisses just so we’d feel like lords rather than the paupers we actually were lambs on the vast concrete plains of a state school savannah she was our mate’s older cousin & that was more than enough & those little kisses that carried the weight of our crush are still out there somewhere swirling around the science block the scruffy fields & the back lanes surfing on her suntanned smile Waiter Poem #2not a single person working there could spell cappuccino not one of us knew how to heat the milk but we knew how to turn the covers & serve everything with a slice of naivete & a freshly baked apology Waiter Poem #8she reached across the bar grabbed my hands and placed them on her breasts the regulars cheered the most exciting thing that’d happened all night under duress I agreed they felt great money well spent but in my head I knew they had felt rock hard & bereft of urge Waiter Poem #9she called out over the top of the taxi ‘you’re coming with me’ & later when she unbuttoned her shirt I was surprised by the black see thru bra there they were mystery over & in the morning she played tapes on her shitty deck & let me hold her shaved head as she lowered her lips the artwork across her skin screaming african queen Danny D. Ford’s poetry & artwork has appeared in numerous online & print titles including the chapbooks ‘Three Poets 5’ – Hickathrift Press, ‘Seven Letter Cities’, ‘Sunshine Junkie’, ‘Flexeril Haikus’, & ‘Slides for Alberto’ - Between Shadows Press, 'Perforated by Sirens' - Analog Submission Press. The Unfolding Head can be found in Bergamo, Italy,
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