Olga Abella


     Oh Honey, you should have seen me
     in my prom dress. Twenty-five years ago

     I didn’t look like this.
        ---from a conversation at the Dollar General            
We leave ourselves behind somewhere        
in the flush of the face during that first dance,
that first cigarette posed between lips
signaling a certain readiness,
and that Gin & Tonic spiraling us
into a looseness of flesh and mouth.
Years later these icons of firsts purge us
back to youth, becoming images in mirrors
of tight skin and thick hair.  We see
what we thought we were: pure scented
innocence awakening to a hot pulse
of wanting. And we hold on to the craving
of that last never ending night, eclipsing our worries
of what we actually see

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