Glass Poetry Press

Volume Two Issue Two

Lenore Weiss

First Light Love

— for Diki Once I thought I'd found love but it was a monkey skin swinging from a curtain rod. When I tickled its chin, it jabbed me with toenails. I felt so pricked, spotted with holes, a constant downpour raining through my shocked mouth. So much for that story. Now I think love is a cream for rubbing on my chest that makes me smell good when I step out of the bath, softening my heart with a certain carelessness, and something else.