Lana Bella
scotch whisky
two cupfuls of scotch on the table:
yours was plain dark caramel,
mine, pale and reckless on the rocks
outside the window
your upturned face stitched planets and stars
where the night sky opened
and closed its wings
inside the house
I lifted my nose and breathed heavy
the whisky musk
you walked back in from the cold,
one hand flicked closed the door,
the other lay fast on the glass bay,
exposing the air’s imprints
where your palm left in flight
a fine sheen of mist
your tangled hair
and the crass litany of things that curled
themselves into the easy pause
of our silence
still, its undertow dragged
the haste of your form onto mine,
as if I were whisky, and you, ice
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A Pushcart nominee, Lana Bella is an author of two chapbooks forthcoming from Crisis Chronicles Press and Finishing Line Press, has had her poetry and fiction featured with over 190 journals, Chiron Review, Coe Review, Columbia Journal, Elohi Gadugi, Foundling Review, Fourth & Sycamore, Galway Review, Gravel Review, Harbinger Asylum, Literary Orphans, Lost Coast Review, Poetry Salzburg Review, Poetry Quarterly, Roanoke Review, Sentinel Quarterly, Toasted Cheese, and elsewhere, among others. She resides in the US and the coastal town of Nha Trang, Vietnam, where she is a mom of two far-too-clever-frolicsome imps. https://www.facebook.com/Lana-Bella-789916711141831/
