A Tenement on Jones Street By David L Painter

A string of clear rope lights hangs overhead.

"Those are stars," she said.

"We can't see the real ones from here,

so these will have to do."

But the wine is real, as the cap is unscrewed.

She told me she loved me

with all her heart, but not her eyes.

I told her the same lies,

but for me,

it was just a matter of thighs.

So here we sit under our

make-believe stars, with no moon,

while the flowered wallpaper hangs lifeless

between the curtains.

We drink our wine and make believe it is

tomorrow.

David is an International published poet.He is a member of the Inner city writers’ group and penned in the city.His works have been published in Sweetycat Press,Piker press, Rye Whiskey Review,Clarendon House, Spillwords Press,The Writers’ Club,and Dyst Literary Journal.as well as The World of Myth,Every Writer,Ohio Bards and Academy of the Heart. He is a member of Ohio Writers Group and West Virginia Writers Group. His book of poems Thoughts Alone the Way is available on Amazon