Statue Fair by John Greiner

Statue fair
on the lawn
I saw
and fell
skinning
my knee.
I thought
maybe
I was
a sailor
who should
have stayed
at sea
long enough
to find
another shore.
She seemed
more than marble
at the garden party.
I wanted
to fall into
her cold arms.
I wanted
to die
with Band-Aids
on my scrapes.
What a wonderful
field to find love in.
If I were a sailor
I would have
given up the seas.

John Greiner is a Pushcart Prize nominated writer living in Queens, NY. He was educated at the New School for Social Research.  Greiner's work has appeared in Sand, Empty Mirror, Sensitive Skin, Unarmed, Street Valueand numerous other magazines. His chapbooks, broadsides and collections of poetry and short stories includeTurnstile Burlesque (Crisis Chronicles Press, 2017), The Laundrymen(Wandering Head Press, 2016), Bodega Roses (Good Cop/Bad Cop Press, 2014),Modulation Age (Wandering Head Press, 2012), Shooting Side Glances(ISMs Press, 2011) and Relics From a Hell’s Kitchen Pawn Shop (Ronin Press, 2010). 

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