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SATURDAY

I traveled, next, to the echoes 
in the throat, bare so as lingua 
of ghosts. Lozenges warmed
the lips slowly spun, staccato
daggered down with a grand-
stand of teeth, cast off like skin
in its downward thrust. Today,
I soft-soled traction clutching
smooth the glass sill, body gave
down to knees the eighty years
of soft veins and bones. Fingers
skimmed the sinking air paled
on the window, I looked out to
the clumsy weather to the woods,
cold gin on my tongue tasted of
old loners and night sky, only to
remember that was when I’ll feel
chin made firm into chest, pooling
another winter down my throat.


A four-time Pushcart Prize, five-time Best of the Net & Bettering American Poetry nominee, Lana Bella is an author of three chapbooks, Under My Dark (Crisis Chronicles Press, 2016), Adagio (Finishing Line Press, 2016), and Dear Suki: Letters (Platypus 2412 Mini Chapbook Series, 2016), has work featured in over 530 journals, The Cortland Review, EVENT, The Fortnightly Review, Ilanot Review, Midwest Quarterly, New Reader, Notre Dame Review, Sundress Publications & Whiskey Island, among others, and Aeolian Harp Anthology, Volume 3. Lana resides in the US and the coastal town of Nha Trang, Vietnam, where she is a mom of two far-too-clever-frolicsome imps.

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