… take off his coat, say hello … don’t
get ashes on the rug, she said, referring to the fake
that led to the kitchenette. two rooms. who was she trying to
kid? I’m going to Paris, she said, like she’d been practicing,
he opened the door to the fridge, you’ll have to learn French, he said,
then noticed the six-pack of Stella (all the time they’d been together
she’d never stocked beer for him). I’m taking lessons, she said
… from Yuri, she said, which drew his attention to RayBans
on the table. new? he asked. it was the way she said it, yes … and?
Featured on Poetry Daily and Verse Daily, Kathleen Hellen’s work has been nominated multiple times for Best of the Net and the Pushcart. She is the recipient of the James Still Award, the Thomas Merton prize for Poetry of the Sacred, and poetry prizes from the H.O.W. Journal and Washington Square Review. Hellen is the author of three full-length poetry collections, including Meet Me at the Bottom, The Only Country Was the Color of My Skin, and Umberto’s Night, which won the poetry prize from Washington Writers’ Publishing House, and two chapbooks.
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