Is it my tendrils of smoke, the scent of my shampoo
or my dog’s panting that rises up to the third floor apartment
of the brick building across the street
where you poke your head out of that window
to ask me if id like something to eat,
something specific, always;
pizza, a meatball sub,
or something else entirely
as when you inquire if im dirty
and would like the bath with bubbles
you’re already drawing,
would my dog like to come with me?
and I know it’s not just me.
that alleyway’s past was marked
by heavy foot traffic
before your inquiries,
and it’s not just women;
a fact that comforts me.
You are well taken care of
attired in bright sweaters,
warm and clean. And gracious
enough to always offer something
i catch you alone sometimes,
bent forward and whispering
It’s clear that you come from a family
and that when we engage in conversations
you speak past me and of nothing solid
so i keep walking, until eventually
you counterfeit an anti-greeting
You say ok, well, I’ll see you!
desperation ringing out
as if we had agreed.
Georgia Park is the creator of Private Bad Thoughts, curator of Whisper and the Roar a feminist literary collective, and a writer for Sudden Denouement. She is a wonderful poet with an enormous heart. We can’t imagine this journey without her. Please check out more of her wonderful work.