Tuesday, January 9, 2024

hyperdontia By Dan Sicoli


after the discovery of the

broken basement window

she found me in the kitchen


she was not one to cook meals

unfortunately i left

my recipes at home


she made irish coffee knowing

i would welcome a cup

the plan was futile


and yet the dress she wore

was designed to turn heads

this was always her strength


watching her walk across the floor

proved to be distracting

i poured in way too much cream


her motions flirted with the past

as i dwelt in the eternal light

of her memory-making smile.





Dan Sicoli, of Niagara Falls, NY, might be found in a local gin mill banging on an old Gibson with a garage rock band. Between his editorial duties with Slipstream, he enjoys oven-drying his home-grown plum tomatoes and wine tasting.



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