Saturday, July 2, 2022

Saturday Eve Means No Delivery by Alex Z. Salinas

Outside Tiffany’s Cabaret, (there’s hardly time for a comma there) a man wearing a white dress saunters by a woman in black jeans serenading the sinking sun. 
The dress is called a thawb—you googled it later. You with your college degrees.
Dinner: a Mediterranean dish you dub rice and chicken. Friday. Freedom fading fast. 
Driving home you spot a chapel off the beaten path you’ll never patronize. Aching. You done paid your dues. 
Witching hour. Golden hues. The wicked shining too.
God, your finest piece. Listening?
Praise to the living. Peace in the shadows. Best be gentle. All that love.





Alex Z. Salinas is the author of two poetry collections: WARBLES and DREAMT, or The Lingering Phantoms of Equinox. He is also the author of a book of stories: City Lights From the Upside Down. He holds an M.A. in English Literature and Language from St. Mary’s University. He lives in San Antonio, Texas.


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